![]() ![]() Went home, opened the prosecco bought just for the occasion, and got it on. Trust me.”Īnd with that, we left our guilt (and worry) behind, and officially began our day date. ![]() “Do you know how many hits we’ve taken for that kid? She can take one for the team. “You do realize anyone could walk in there and kidnap any kid in that room and pretty much no one would notice.” When we got outside, I said, “Well, that was totally depressing.”ĭave took my hand. We hugged her goodbye and no adult even noticed when we left. Look! Crayons and paper! How ’bout you do a little drawing?” Donn sat down halfheartedly. I prayed to my agnostic god: Please let this be just some bullshitty crap they put out until the other kids arrive and the missing camp counselor leads them in the real art projects they promised, then brings them outside for gardening.ĭave and I put on a happy face. In front of us were four stations of self-occupying kid activities: crayons and paper, sticks and marshmallows, Legos and dolls. “Maybe one of those people in the back?” I eyed the sprinkling of adults who weren’t hanging out with the few kids already there. I surveyed the gray room (unlike the rest of the brightly painted school), and an unidentified woman handed us a clipboard to sign Donn in, then walked away.ĭave leaned his head towards mine, “Shouldn’t there be some kind of counselor?” We grouped together and followed distant noises to the cafeteria. A father came down the stairs with his kid, lost and equally puzzled. To begin with, although the main entrance was open, there were no signs telling us where the camp was, or acknowledging its existence.ĭave laughed, “Do you think camp is somewhere else?” ![]() But when we got to her school…several things seemed…well…off. Spring break began, and after two days with Donny home, we were all ready for camp. I told him to clear his schedule and ink in Foreplay Day Date and Sex Wednesday. Then it dawned on me-David and I deserved our own day camp of fun too. So I paid the $90 for Wednesday, glad Donn could enjoy at least one day of fun stuff. But by the time I registered, bowling was filled up. I decided we could spring for two days.ĭonny picked Arts & Crafts Wednesday-a day that promised lots of creative art merrymaking (her favorite activity), a local playground trip, and planting in the school’s awesome garden (which really sealed the deal for her)-and Bowling Thursday. “Jack’s doing those too!” another mom wrote back. “Madison’s doing Tuesday Zoo, Bowling Thursday and Movie Friday!” wrote one mom. An enthusiastic email thread soon started among all the moms from Donny’s class discussing which days they were signing up for. ![]() Fuckkkkkkk!Īs we quickly scrambled to arrange playdates at someone else’s house, and new films she might enjoy on Netflix, an email came from her school. We were going to have an entire week with our daughter at home. This past April, when Donny’s spring break loomed just weeks ahead, we were filled with a dread common to working parents who can’t afford family vacations or babysitting (and all of our regular evening sitters had day jobs anyway). When it’s not, well, that’s an entirely different matter. We don’t have lots of money to spare, but David and I like what we receive in exchange: quality time with Donny…as long as school is actually in session. David and I are now both freelancers, working from home, trying to get as much done before her 2:45 dismissal, at which point one of us takes care of her. Donny’s 5 and in kindergarten at our local public school. And it all got shot to shit.įast forward a few years. Until the inevitable day when Donny stopped napping. sharp, we’d relieve the babysitter, put Donny down for her afternoon nap and move to the bedroom for hours of awesome sex, fun and chilling out. It was three hours of foreplay, because at 1 p.m. Or better said, reconnect after a typical hectic week of working and taking care of everybody else’s needs first. We’d go have brunch, walk around our Brooklyn neighborhood hand in hand, take the dog to play Frisbee, and most importantly, connect. Every Sunday, we’d treat ourselves to a babysitter to watch Donny, our then 3-year-old daughter, from 10 a.m. A long, long time ago-actually it was only two years, but kid years count quadruple-my partner David and I had a lovely weekend ritual. ![]()
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