how was your day dear?

I spent the past two nights in the city at the w tuscany. Fabulous suite. Enormous bed. Huge tub. And no one to share it with...No one except the couple next door who from the sound of things were having an amazing time...all night long.

I've been excused from today's dep prep as a cost savings measure... So I stumble out of bed pull on my suit and check out. In room check out is broken. I call the front desk. Love how they address me by name and ask "what do you desire?" (Hmm... what i desired was a full night of sleep. or an incredibly sexy man to service me like the woman next door was being worked over.)

It was pouring. I had to walk to grand central before finding a cab. The cabbie proceeds to tell me how his last fare wanted half the city exterminated because there are too many people. This was more than a little concerning... I think the fare had given way too much thought to how to wipe out the city.

Got to penn station just in time to miss my train. So now I'm stuck on the local. We're stopping every 30 seconds and I probably shouldve waited the extra half hour for the next express...I'm on one of those damn double decker trains. I have 3 bags weighing in at a combined total of 75 lbs. You can't pay me enough to go up and down the stairs with these things.

ah...handicapped seats. Hopefully no real handicapped person comes along and makes me forfeit my seat . Nope. But 20 nonhandicapped folks are crammed into this space the size of a large shoebox. I have a woman who can't speak english next to me who is basically sitting in my lap. At least she showered this morning...which is more than I can say for the heavily tattooed kid wearing his gang colors standing in front of me staring me down.

Creepy!!! He got off the train without killing me or stealing my purse. Half the section cleared out. So why is this damn woman still sitting on my lap brushing her hand against my thigh???

I make it to metropark without further incident. Step off the train right into a massive puddle which soaks my shoes and my pants up to the knee. I have to pay $16 to bail out my car... How does THAT math work? It costs $5 to park there for a day. 3 days. Last time I checked, 3x5 does not equal 16.

It's now snowing. SNOWING. in october. I left New England because I didn't want my winter to start this early.

Almost two hours later (of what should be a 45 minute ride), I'm driving past my son's day care and the need for an Andrew fix was overwhelming. At this point, my clothes are soaking wet, my hair is so drenched it looks like i just stepped out of the shower and my mascara has run half way down my face. This doesn't bother Andrew, whose face lights up the second he sees me. He has a smile that just melts your heart. And as he throws his arms around my neck, nuzzles against my cheek and lets out one of his big happy sighs, I know he's right. Nothing else matters.

It's good to be home.