Last month, I went with one of my great friends to see the play "Motherload". It's a one-woman off-Broadway play about dealing with the challenges of motherhood while trying to stay sane. It was a cute, funny (albeit short) play that both of us could really relate to.
Well, last week I had an experience that could have been right out of the play. Will, Alex and I took the light rail uptown to go to Discovery Place. After enjoying the museum, we left and went to meet Dad for lunch. During the whole train ride and all the way through the museum, Alex held tight to his beloved blankie. If he ever drops it out of the stroller he always calls (loudly) "nee-nee, nee-nee". Unfortunately though, somewhere between the museum and meeting Scott at the office we lost blankie. So while the four of us are trekking to Jason's Deli for lunch (Will's favorite restaurant...after all, there's FREE icecream!) I notice blankie's not in Alex's lap. By now it's raining. I panic. I send the boys on to Jason's and I start retracing our steps. It's raining harder, my hair's getting soaked and I have no raincoat, but I don't care. My heart's racing and in my mind I've already planned that we'll have to stop at the cutesy gift shop "Alphabet Soup" on the way home to get a new blankie. Otherwise, Alex will not be sleeping or napping ever again. I have 2 realizations while I'm speed walking through the rain and scouring the ground for a brown blanket with green polka dots:
1...I think it's actually ME that's more obsessed with blankie than Alex (after all, it keeps things in our house more sane and less whiney)
2...as I pass the theatre where Motherload is playing and see the poster I think "Oh, my gosh I'm JUST like the mom in that play"
About 3 blocks down and one street over, I spot blankie in the middle of the road. Thankfully, there's no cars coming. Even if there was a car I'm pretty sure I would have jumped in front of it to grab the blanket. I pick it up and breath a HUGE sigh of relief. I saved my sanity for another day. Who cares that blankie's got a big tire track on him.
23 hours ago
4 comments:
Tee hee, good tracking momma! We have 2 'niteys' over here and I am obsessed w/ them too. They are a blessing and a curse at the same time. Sounds like I need to see that play.
A kid's blankie (we call it a lovey) is about the most valuable thing in the house! I can relate to the feeling of panic when it gets lost! Someone could make a lot of money by putting Lojack on loveys!
Oh my gosh, your post was right out of a book or magazine article! And how very lucky to actually find it! When we thought we had lost Peyton's special blanket in San Diego (the one Robert's grandmother made), I was hysterical; whew, so relieved when they found it finally (after we had checked out and came back 5 days later for it)! Bet you were quite the sight upon walking into Jason's Deli!
Any other mom who saw you would have understood completely! Ahh, the things we do for our kids, or is it our sanity? Loved Motherload.
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