I'll be able to write more on Thursday but I had a shitty week last week - except for the parts which were awesome.
Actually, it would be better to say that I had a WONDERFUL week filled with love, laughter and success at home and at work - over shadowed by one soul sucking moment that filled me with bile and spit.
But - GOD - there is nothing that reminds you how lucky you are like a walk across Midt0wn NYC on a Thursday afternoon. As you walk past millionaires with phones attached to their bodies and construction workers who are building residences they can't afford to live in to people asleep in the street - you are THANKFUL for your home and your job and the fact that there are people who love you and who you can take care of.
And then my friend and coworker called me to remind me that I was having dinner with her and a client that night. I tried to cancel citing my poopy personality but she was having NONE of it. So I acquiesed and agreed to meet them for dinner. I hung up and went to the American Girl Doll store where I spent $17 on sunglasses FOR A DOLL and then I went to dinner.
My friend let me vent until our client showed up and then we had a fabulous and HYSTERICAL dinner where we talked about politics and why I am not qualified to be POTUS. (In case any of you were thinking of writing me in.)
Then we discussed what we were going to order and I said, "I would order the lobster but that's SO DECADENT." (We were at a place called City Lobster in NYC.)
And my friend said, "DO IT."
And my client said, "I will if you will."
So I did. And it was FABULOUS.
And I DID feel guilty for pay God-only-knows-how-much for the lobster because I could have cooked it myself at home - but then I remembered that at home I know how much it costs (while in NYC it just says "market price") and at home I actually PAY for it instead of putting it on my company's tab AND at home I cook it and it takes a WEEK to get the smell out of my favorite pot so YEAH, I got the lobster. And it was good. Really, really good.
I may have also eaten 6 littlenecks (that's raw clams) and a bunch of oysters. And the best part of the meal was that it was ridiculously low in fat. (If you dont count the olive oil the lobster was DRENCHED in.)
Also, despite the fact that my coworker was drinking wine and my client was drinking martinis - 5 of them I think - I stuck with Diet Coke. I DO love to drink but find that lately it's been knocking me on my ass - and that's not really the place you want to be with a client.
At the end of the night when I was walking back to my hotel I was RIDICULOUSLY happy to be full of lobster and completely sober.
I went to sleep and woke up on my tenth anniversary in a hotel in NYC.
I hopped a cab to the airport and flew home to my husband.
I got to the airport around 1 and texted my husband to let him know I'd be home in time to help out with the afterschool chaos.
He texted back a photo of his penis. Seriously.
Now my husband is not on Twitter so maybe he doesn't realize that the male organ is NOT something you want to see when you look at your phone. I'm sorry guys, in the moment it can be VERY appealling, but on I90 headed through the Ted Williams Tunnel - not so much.
Anyway, I got home and after teaching him the laws of cell phone etiquette - and then making sure we deleted that photo from every single device in our home - we celebrated our anniversary quickly, before the kids got home and showered me with "WELCOME HOME MOM"s!
And that is how you make lemons into lemonade!