Just as the burnout was kicking in, we brought The Boss to another children’s museum—our third in as many days. It was rainy and warm and sticky in New York, so a day at the Long Island Children’s Museum seemed like a good idea.
It must have been the same idea streaming through the minds of hundreds of other parents, because that place was packed. Strollers were double, triple, even quadruple parked along the walls. Kids were screaming everywhere. Too many adults hovered over the exhibits, making it difficult for children to access them.
I’ve got a fucking headache.