We battled the 95 degree heat, side-stepped smelly puddles (obligatory at all train and eL stops) and took the late afternoon train into the loop. The plan was to meet Jerry as he was set to be released from work-detail around 5. In just ten minutes/one stop we were heaved out onto the bustling platform at Union Station. I forgot how focused commuters can be...a driven desperation to get anywhere but where they currently are. I used to be one of them. Annoyed by anyone that would dare step in my path or not keep pace. Shoving aside the elderly, infirm and tourists without guilt because what happens during rush-hour is 100% forgivable. But here I was, on the other side, as I tried to maneuver the belly, stroller and my awe-struck child, all in an equally uncooperative state. Miss. Dumpy Dumpster, in my "toddler casual" trying my best to stay astride with the "suits". But then I paused, smiled and realized I didn't have to. Mondays are my days to be the goldfish toting, banana stain wearing, "Wheels on the Bus" singing mama to almost two little girls. Today we look at buildings and clog the sidewalk as we stare at the hundreds of windows. Tomorrow I plan to make up for it. Maybe I won't let someone merge or I'll steal someones parking spot.
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