I’ve been to NYC about 10 times but this is the first time I’ve brought my children with me. The drive there was horrific with more “are we there yet?”s and sibling harassment/backseat beatings than anyone could tolerate. I had to take a lorazepam to ease the anxiety it cause me being in a confined area with my children. I wish the car had a limo partition that I could have rolled up.
In my visits to NYC I’ve spent quite a bit of time in Central Park but never playing. This time the trip was kid-centered so several playgrounds were visited. Each is very different and has its own unique bit of awesomeness. I particularly enjoyed the Billy Johnson playground with its granite slide built into the hill. It’s fast enough already but everyone knows you go faster sitting on a piece of cardboard so there is no shortage of box squares on hand.
In Central Park it is perfectly acceptable for adults to be playing on the equipment as well, even if you don’t have kids.
I finally found the antique carousel which had no line and a lengthy ride for the low price of $3. My horse was bitchin’
I visited the zoo for the first time as well. For its size its actually quite lovely and well laid out. As we stood watching the red pandas my son said “can we go? I’m so bored.” Then I said “Are you fucking kidding me? We’re at the zoo in NYC and you’re bored? You ungrateful bastard!” Okay, so that wasn’t my exact response but I was certainly thinking it. When I was young, on car trips you looked out the window. That was your entertainment, none of this watching movies and playing on iPads and STILL complaining business. The trip was full
Of whining, complaining, beginning and arguing. Despite my efforts my children have become little monsters requiring constant entertainment. I’m going to have to work on that. Until they become better behaved they are not going on any vacations anytime soon. They have reinforced for me that I am my own favourite travel partner.