A day in the life of a working mom

8:30 Dropped Kinderblogger off at school. Met with parent coordinator about Kinderblogger’s homework/handwriting stress. School social worker dropped by and gave me a super fat pencil and said it should help.

9:30 Took subway into city to interview celebrity. While waiting at Ritz-Carlton, spied an amazing painting, but in my pre-interview jitters, forgot to ask concierge who the artist is, just to know not to buy. Celeb was real-life pretty, generous, forthcoming, etc.

12:30 Wrote copy back at the office. Chatted with coworker about the pros/cons of moving to Montclair school system.

2:00 Dashed back home on the F (if one can ever dash on the F) to take Toddlerblogger to doctor for annual checkup.

2:40 Loaded Toddlerblogger in car. Turned key, realized battery was dead. Unloaded Toddlerblogger out of car and hailed a cab.

2:45 Realized I had no cash. Asked taxidriver to babysit Toddlerlogger in cab while I ran to ATM.

3:20 Doctorblogger told me Toddlerblogger needs to stop pinching my nipples and anyone’s nipples. “You can let him pinch his own, but it’s time for him to stop with everyone elses.”

4:00 Came home. Watched a bicyclist get frisked by the police in front of my house. Made sure to lock the door. Dropped Toddlerblogger at park with Nannyblogger. Kissed Kinderblogger hello and goodbye. Caught train back to city.

4:30 Walking to event at Google offices, saw a pile of garbage grow arms and realized it was a homeless person who had tied rumpled bits of newspaper like pretty little ribbons all over his body.

4:45 Toured Google offices with other media folks. We ogled Google’s IKEA-with-computers vibe, free organic jellybeans and the security guard that shadowed us.

5:15 Dashed out of the Google office, which is a whole city block long, to get home to meet mechanic.

6:00 Caught mechanic just before he was closing shop. He kindly met me at car and diagnosed the car with a dead alternator. $650! Ouch!

7:30 Got Kinder-and-toddlerblogger ready for bed.

8:30 Decided to blow off my at-home yoga CD in favor of uncorking a bottle of rosé and counting the times I rode the subway: 6 and cabs: 2.

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