Some days, you're handed a parenting challenge that sounds like it was created by some devious writers behind a Fox reality show:
Solo parent, three small children; trains running 50+ minutes late; no food or water; the return trip at the end of a busy day. Your adventure starts now: GO!
Lucy fell asleep before we arrived at the train station. Thomas was happy to sing song and play on the train platform floor (chorus of "eews" welcome here). And Peter recorded the scene for us all:
"I took a picture of a trash can!"
"That man has spiky hair!"
"What's Thomas touching?"
The trains were delayed because of the earthquake, and the station was full because of earthquake evacuees. (I guess? I'm not sure really why it was so crowded; maybe this is just what trains from Center City are like at 3 p.m. - wall to wall people.)
When our train pulled into the station I bolted for the door, knowing I had to carry such a load onto the train. I am forever and eternally grateful for the people who see me and know just how to help - shout out to the man who barricaded rushing crowds to the left so I could board the train easily. (Not so much you, pushy lady behind me, who found a seat even though I boarded the train ahead of you.)
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