My husband and I haven’t been on a vacation in a very long time.
Oh, I mean other than that ten days in Florida. Yeah, that was pretty nice.
And if you also don’t count that fact that my husband stayed in the city for two nights last week for work because of all the craziness going on in Egypt. Yes, two quiet nights by himself at a beautiful boutique hotel. I think he went out to dinner, met up with some friends, saw “Cats” on Broadway. Apparently an autocratic ruler and civil unrest isn’t bad for everyone.
But I mean a real vacation. Where we discover a Tuscan village, meander through old churches, drink espressos in the piazzas, that sort of thing.
So this past weekend, we went to Bronxville, NY.
Not exactly Europe.
Or a vacation.
But it was fun to walk around a very cute town. Although residents didn’t really get our “Buon Giorno!” greeting. But whatever.
We actually wandered into this Italian restaurant so Rick could eats some minestrone soup, the girls could drink hot chocolate and I could nurse the twins under the tablecloth.
But unfortunately, nursing the twins has gotten sort of challenging. When I try to nurse them together, Harlowe is intent on massaging and trying to remove Chase’s eyeball from the socket. And even when I nurse them alone, they can be a bit distracted.
Especially in an Italian restaurant.
Even if it’s not in Italy.
First, I tried to breastfeed Chase who immediately chopped down on my nipple.
Then Harlowe was up and did the same thing.
Maybe they were holding out for the minestrone.
I put my ladies away. And by ladies, I mean, my boobies. Because they were not getting proper respect.
Of course, I still had two hungry babies on my hands.
So I finally had to bring one at a time to the bathroom to nurse them. And nothing says vacation like sitting on a bathroom floor of some Italian restaurant – hoping no one in the place needs to pee while you nurse your baby.
I’m sorry I didn’t send you a postcard.
P.S. If you don’t live in New York, don’t start googling for “Cats” tickets. The show closed in 2000. But I hear “Spiderman” is real hit!
P.P.S. Oh, I’m kidding. Don’t go see “Spiderman” either. It got panned by the critics.
P.P.P.S. Definitely see “Billy Elliot” or “Wicked.”
P.P.P.P.S. That’s for real. Damn, now you don’t believe me. But I’m serious. They are both amazing.
P.P.P.P.P.S. Okay, I didn’t actually see “Wicked.” Still, I heard it’s really good.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. It’s like I am running a professional Broadway review site, isn’t it?!
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