I just got back from New York, where I've been for several days now. Alone. With a toddler.
I don't even know where to begin. The screaming? The train? The 150 pounds of luggage that contained zero pairs of socks? The screaming? The getting locked out of an apartment by two semi-naked toddlers and having to explain how THAT HAPPENED, EXACTLY?
Fine. I'll start with this. More tomorrow, or...you know, ish.