Dear Babies,
"Can I go to the gym?" I said, followed by "really?!", with glee, in response to your father's answer. He was home from work this morning and I had the ingenious idea of taking advantage of a "babysitter" and running to a Bar Method class (which is 100% an expression, I would not run there, but drive, to be clear).
So there I was, driving down Searingtown Road, and the sun was shining and I had the windows open and the air conditioning blasting. All of these cars around me were turning right onto the LIE heading into the City, or so I presumed, or made up in my head (whichever way you want to see it). It was around 8:10 a.m. Morning. Everyone was getting ready to start their day.
Just then on the radio the song "Don't You Want Me" came on. Of all the 80's songs I love, babies, this one is my jam. I started singing along, loudly--"I WAS WORKING AS A WAITRESS IN A COCKTAIL BAR"--tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. I was having myself a good, good time. So much so that I took a moment to realize, maybe this it.
Maybe this is as good as my day is going to get...
Somedays, you shoot for the moon.
Others, you'll be happy with a moment by yourself dancing to 80's music in the car.
Balance is important.
Today, I'll take The Human League. Maybe tomorrow, the moon.
Love,
Mom
