Thursday, June 20, 2013

Slow Poke

My caption from Instagram last night: "Oh look, someone took a picture of JHM and made it into a sticker"

JHM has two speeds. Warp Fast and Super Slow. That's it. Nothing in between.

And he uses them both at the wrong time mostly.  Say you are running late somewhere, he couldn't care less.  Say it's raining, buckets, he couldn't care less.  Say you have to pee so bad and want to get home, he couldn't care less. Say you had a long day at work, amlost 8 months pregnant, pick him up from his babysitter and want to take a bus the 10 blocks rather than walk, and a bus is just behind you, but you're not at the stop yet - he couldn't care less.

BUT say you want to take a nice stroll or just want to sit down on a bench and watch people - well here comes Mr. Fast Guy. He wants to run all over, swing on every post or poll, run up and down ramps and stairs.

My sister-in-law gave him a book called How do I Love You and one page says "I love how you take each day in your own unhurried style".  That is my least favorite page. It makes me laugh now, cause this is just him. I love him dearly even at his slowest.

I do appreciate his lack of the concept of time.  And perhaps I am a little jealous of it.  I usually just go with it, or pick him up.  I enjoy this time with him, he won't be 2 1/2 for ever. Sigh.

Here is a video of him "hurrying".  We (I) had a million errands to run we hadn't eaten breakfast and it was almost noon (Saturday's we all sleep in late).  This is actually pretty fast. Acceptable even.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Maybe it's the Heat?

People are out to get me.  In my seven years of living in NYC I have never really had a confrontation with other NY'ers. That changed on Satruday night and again today.  Things come in threes, so I'm ready.  I'm ready NY, I might cry, but I'll take it.

I am in no means asking for reassurance that I am not a devil person by posting these situations, i'm just venting and commiserating with all the other people i know who have had similar encounters.

1) Saturday night we were hanging out in the West Village ate some pizza at our favorite dollar slice place, Percy's, and had our favorite gelato from GROM. While running around JHM said he had to use the bathroom.  It wasn't the type that he could just do on a tree either.  I went to the IFC center and asked to use their bathroom, they said sure it's right down stairs.  As we were at the bottom of the stairs this women (early 50's?) tells - not asks, me to move so she can get to the bathroom, I tell her no.  I said we are on the way to the bathroom too and I am not going to let her cut me off because I don't want my son to have an accident.  She starts going off.  She is a grown women and can walk fast than a 2 year old so she should go first.  I said, I'm sorry but no we are going first b/c what if there is only one stall open and she goes and we have to wait. "WHAT?!?!  Have you even been to a theatre before?? Have you ever just seen one stall???"  By this time we are already in the bathroom each in a stall.  Then she says (again while we are in the bathroom stalls) that I am a bad mom. She said that I have a long road ahead with that boy and I better change my ways b/c I am not doing a good job as a mom right now. BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT JHM TO CRAP HIS PANTS!!!!

The whole time JHM was asking questions like, "what is she talking about", "why is she so loud", "what's going on?"  Poor guy. I just smiled and said she was having a nice night at the movies and just needed to pee really bad.  Whatever lady.

2) This morning I am sitting on the train on the way to work.  A women and a 3 year old get on and there is no where to sit. I wait a while and see that he is kinda antcy and I offer my seat.  The mom accepts gratefully and I stand up.  She says "Oh, you're pregnant, don't worry about it, I didn't realize". I say it's not a big deal, I don't mind standing and no one else is offering, so I really don't mind.  A man near by (knee to knee seat) gets up and offers his seat to the kid and tells me i can have my seat back, I say Ok thank you and sit back down.  Fine. The end. NO.  Twenty minutes later as I am getting off ar my stop the man starts in on me like this:
"Just so you know, I have a bad back. I gave up my seat for you and I have a bad back.  Don't go around judging all men thinking they are lazy and won't get up for a kid or pregnant lady"  He was not being quiet either. Not yelling, but people were looking.  I was trying to get all my things from under my seat and not get stuck inside the train so I didn't really have time to go back at him.  I told him he had me all wrong and I am far from judging all men.  He offered his seat, I did not ask for it.  He kept at it as I was walking out the train doors, repeating that I shouldn't make judgements and to think before I act.  
In my mind all I did was offer a kid my seat and point out the obvious that no one else was moving.  Maybe that was wrong?  Sigh. 

Anyone have similar UGH! stories?