day 3

day 3: We lounged around and then went to a public pool in Brooklyn. Margaret got a terrible earache.



To me, New York is Brooklyn, and Brooklyn is Rastas and Hasidics and urban decay. I want to photograph the detritus for paintings fodder but it never seems to work out. It's really hard to take kids to NY. I never want to go back and I always do. There was a time when I wanted to travel around the world with kids. NO. I don't.

We went to Cannoli Plus, Inc. very good.

We went for a slice closer to home and ended up in a cute little over-priced restaurant that sold mediocre pizza. I took Gracie to the bathroom here - built for elves, and my butt fell out of the door and into the restaurant while trying to maneuver a diaper change. I hate NY with kids. This was the first day I spent any money outside of gas and the day my shoestring budget began to fray.

No sleep again. Lost my temper with 4 screaming kids who wouldn't sleep. I texted Chris that I wanted to go home. Had nightmares about our house being infested with droves of white biting ants and Chris losing his job.