Sometimes you have to do something crazy, just that once, to be able to say you did it; to confirm to yourself that you still are fun, young and adventurous... and then you don't ever do it again.
You're probably waiting for me to tell you that I went sky diving or got a tattoo or something that really requires some guts. But no, I'm just talking about a short weekend in NYC- Niall and mommy. And believe me, with baby in tow and no husband to help, that is just as crazy as the things mentioned above.
A few old friends were going to be there for the weekend, and I had family in NJ. So, I decided I could fit everyone in just over 24 hours. It was a 4 hour drive to NJ on Friday, arriving at my cousins' around 3pm. I spent the evening with them and left around 11am the next morning to drive into the city.
Why didn't I realize that driving into NYC is an absolute death wish? I couldn't really tell ya. I guess I just thought having my car and all of our stuff with us would be easier than trying to deal with public transportation.
1pm rolled around and I was stuck in gridlock traffic INSIDE the Lincoln tunnel, which is when I started to panic. Surely, I would die of claustrophobia inside of this godforesaken tunnel. And then, everyone would start honking and yelling at me for inconveniencing them with my dying in their lane.
Wait, there's a baby in the back of this car- get it together! (is what I told myself). It's an amazing thing the way your motherly instincts allow you to accomplish things you never would have been able to do if you were on your own. I knew I would have to put my hypochondriac notions aside and just get us out of here.
And miraculously, I did. Only through a lot of stimulating pretend conversations with Niall, who was paying no attention to me... and only to find that I would be in the center of hell on the other side of that tunnel.
I emerged in the heart of Manhattan, a needle in a haystack of cars, trying to find parking. Hmmm. I surprisingly found a parking garage not more than a few blocks from the Lincoln death tube. For just $50 a day! After $30 worth of tolls to get to this city of lunatic rage-aholics.
Ok, but even after all the stress, it was so worth it. Just this one time. Just to see some old friends, catch a slightly out of reach glimpse of the big Christmas tree, step into the biggest Toys R Us ever (and walk right back out after being stampeded), and snap a quick photo of the naked cowboy.
All the while, Niall was sleeping in the stroller-- as I was screaming "There's the tree!", "There's Santa!", "There's a Shrek impersonator!" But I saw it and I enjoyed it, so I guess that's all that matters.
And the sad fact is that he wouldn't remember any of it anyway. That's what pictures are for, right?
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