Owen grabbed the biggest Lego set in the entire store. Lily chose a giant dollhouse, the one I had always answered with, “Maybe for Christmas, baby.”
“Excellent choice,” I said. “And I’ll take that basket of wine.”
The cashier looked at me strangely.
“Is it a gift?”
“Yes. For myself. From the universe.”
Second stop: the department store.
“Mom, why are you trying on so many dresses?” Owen asked, bored outside the fitting room.
“Because for eight years I bought myself cheap clothes, darling. See this dress? It costs about what your father spends on one ‘business lunch.’ I’ll take it in three colors.”
My phone would not stop vibrating.
Eleven missed calls.
Seventeen messages.
Me, while trying on a pair of expensive heels:
“You also work Saturday nights? Such dedication.”
Daniel: “LOVE, PLEASE LET ME EXPLAIN.”
Me: “Of course. Later. Right now I’m busy SPENDING.”
Third stop: the salon.
