making excuses

I was woken up at 7:24 by an exceedingly cranky child. I've got to pack us all up to head to a bar mitvah in New Jersey later this afternoon—fancy clothes for all. Except Iz who's going on a sleepover extravaganza, by limo. So, I have to get her packed separately and help her wrap the 20 or so piece present she created for her friend. Get her to Chinatown by 11. Sign the kids up for a camp on the Lower East Side. Get to Jack's baseball game on the West Side Highway at 1. Oh, and get a replacement phone for Iz to take the temporary place of the one she lost this week on the bus. Make sure everyone's fed. Finish drying Jack's baseball uniform. Deal with impending family drama that I know is imminent.

So, instead of having time to write an entire post here, I'm sharing something I wrote yesterday for BUST. Click on bust and let me know what you think.