No Sleep Till…

Well, actually there is still no sleep. God no, no sleep. I’m not sure that I can even still be considered a human at this point. I’m starting to feel like Christian Bale’s character in The Machinist – minus the anorexia and love for sad, unrealistically hot prostitutes. Seriously, this can’t be good.

However, we did go to Brooklyn on Saturday. The trains predictably were not running on the normal schedule, but we were prepared and 3 trains and 1 hour and 10 minutes after leaving the Upper East Side we arrived in Park Slope to visit with my sister-in-law and her boyfriend.

They recently moved in together and we hadn’t been to their new place yet. It is GORGEOUS! Right on Prospect Park West in an elevator building with 2 real bedrooms and a view of the Statue of Liberty. We ate lunch in the park, their dog swam at the dog beach, and Brady had a great time seeing new people. Their dog was much more tolerant of Brady’s affection than our cat, so Brady had a great time petting his paws and trying to climb his back. So cute!

Of course, once we were there we had to then get home again. Ugh. So 3 trains and 50 minutes later we again arrived home. Brady was pretty sick of the subway about halfway through the trip home, so the last half hour was less than fun. It made me miss the days when we didn’t have to worry about carseats and could just call a carservice once we decided that taking the subway home would blow. Such is life!

Now if we could just work on that sleep thing…

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