I snuck away after church and drove into the city to spend a few hours at the The Met alone. I listened to my favorite podcasts there and back. It was nice not to be interrupted with, "Mom! Look at this!" every thirty seconds. I could linger as long as I wanted at one painting without having to look up and keep track of three people scattered throughout the gallery. But interestingly, I did find that I also missed having my girls there to discuss things with. They actually help me see so much more and really multiply my joy. So the plan is to go back with them very soon.