This is how my mind feels every day in the city, but especially on book mail day. There are always a few errands and every stop requires fore-planning and thinking about which train station to start and end at to make sure they have elevators so I don't fall and kill both of us carrying bambi in her stroller plus all the items in my tote bags as a result of these errands. Trying to balance less walking on the post errand end of things (easier on my back) with accessible subways or bus routes (also easier on my back). Before I get the things I can walk further, but also that takes more time and how long can a two year old last patiently. Also it is best if I don't walk past playgrounds if we don't have time to stop because that is a bit cruel to her. I have two cans of cat food so that will last me till tomorrow lunch time so I can wait to get more cat food till then. It would be nice to have a scratching pole today but the couch has born the brunt this long, it can last another 24 hours. My time window of toddler attention span just got shorter because she has decided not to nap. So I will definitely wait on the cat food stop. I wish I could figure out where else the non toxic nail polish was sold because I would like to never step foot inside target and it is the reason I would have to get off at Delancy where there is no elevator. But there is an escalator if I exit on the north side of Delancy... its not legal to take the stroller up but I think its actually safer than the stairs. Plus the pigs are too busy arresting poor people to bother with a white mom and her stroller. Fuck them. I know it must be sold elsewhere there's just no way to know and I can't just go into stores indefinitely. That's insane. I absolutely do not want to have to figure this out with a car. This is how I want to be living but I don't think anyone outside the city fully realizes the tactical interior mind of a mother in the city.