“Why are you okay with putting Maya on a bus in a city she’s been to once to attend an ice skating class where she doesn’t know anyone?”
I don’t know why I’m okay with this Ali. I just am.
Anyway, Maya’s safety is the least of my concerns right now because after eight long months of being away I am thrilled to be going home tomorrow. And by home I mean New York City – the place that I eventually plan to move to.
I say eventually because thanks to his hatred of crowds and cold weather, my husband is being uncharacteristically stubborn about letting me have my way. Since this so rarely happens I was sort of at a loss on how to deal with him.
So I did the only thing I could do – I promised Maya she could have her next birthday party at Dylan’s Candy Bar… if only her dad would let us move to NYC. Needless to say Maya is 100% on board with the move and I have a feeling Ali’s going to realize he has no choice but to secure a real-estate agent and a warm coat very soon.
In the meantime, allow me to address Ali’s earlier insinuation that I am an unfit parent (because we all knew I couldn’t leave it alone). My husband should be the last person judging me when it comes to Maya’s safety seeing as I asked him to watch her for 5 minutes and this is what I came back to:
My kid is dressed in her ballet tutu and her apron, and is sitting barefoot in a chair on the balcony of our high-rise condo blowing bubbles. Unsupervised.
Call me crazy, but I think she can handle 30 minutes on a NYC bus.