Over the last six months, things have gotten so much more manageable when it comes to going out in public places with girls. But every once in a while, I get a little cocky. And those gals put me right back in my place.
Mother's Day in Boston was a gorgeous day, sunny and breezy. After a
morning of indulgent "me time" (I slept in, was brought Dunkin donuts
and coffee for breakfast, read for awhile, went to the gym, then sat
outside in the sunshine with a magazine) I wanted to spend a little
quality mother-daughter time with my gals. I decided to take them into
the city, to the Public Garden.
It seemed like a terrific idea at the time. On my own with the girls
(and their doll strollers) at a city park that also happens to be a
major tourist attraction, on a beautiful Mother's Day? Sure! No
problem! Piece of cake!
Yeah, well. Not exactly.
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