40-60 Hours?!
Me: Hey, it’s Restaurant Week again.
Her: We should go out…oh, wait, that should be our thing!
Last week was pretty roasting so this week is a welcome respite from the heat.
Having said that, it was the last week we had without our kids so we went out to eat at Iris Restaurant in midtown.
The cuisine was Mediterranean, which is amongst my faves.
Pretty much everything was killer.
Afterward, we ended up walking home and stopping by The Shops at Columbus Circle, particularly Williams-Sonoma.
Me: I like looking at all the stuff I can’t afford, and can’t fit into my tiny apartment.
Her: But it’s still nice to look. (later) Hey – F for Firecracker!
The boy came back not soon afterward, as did her son.
It’s nice to have a bit of time off from being parents but we both missed our kids a lot.
I think the boy’s starting to realize that the effects of a vacation are quickly forgotten once you return to your real life.
Him: Wait, when did I come back from grandma’s?
Me: (puzzled) What? You came back yesterday.
Him: (incredulous) I did?! It feels like so long ago.
Me: (laughing) You’re not gonna enjoy working 40-60 hours a week.
Him: 40-60 HOURS?!
Me: (laughing more)
Location: Staples in the UWS, recycling lithium batteries
Mood: beat
Music: Was it all that easy? (Spotify)
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