Seems like we haven’t had a Brooklyn weekend close to home in awhile. Saturday was like a preview of summer vacation. With a light freelance schedule lined up and the business heading into a slower summer season, I only enrolled the girls in camp for three weeks; the rest of the time we’ll just wing. I think this might be the first year that I’m not really worried about childcare or fretting about how we’ll fill the long summer days. I’m actually looking forward to a slower pace and not dealing with the early morning rush to school (and no packing lunches for awhile!!). I’m planning on looking for free or cheap things to do in the city for them and for me and just explore. I can take them to museums (and thankfully most museums are free for kids). Maybe we’ll even check out some art in galleries in Chelsea (wait…are there still galleries left in Chelsea? This is something that I haven’t done in 10 years, before the kids came along). We could window shop and look at pretty things, duck into cafes for cool drinks when we get hot and tired, and lay on the grass at the park and read books.
Ok, am I totally romanticising the summer with the kids? What about the whining, or the fighting or complaints that they’re bored? Yeah, maybe. But I don’t know…I feel like the girls are at that magical window where they’re big enough to do things with and are game to do anything, but small enough to still want to hang out with their mom (because you know in an eye blink, I will totally be uncool and boring and they won’t want to hang out with me anymore). But we did just that on Saturday. We shopped at the farmer’s market for sugar snap peas and peonies, stopped by the library to check out some books, and read them on the grass in Prospect Park while eating pastries. Maybe by mid-July I’ll be running to camp eager to drop them off, but so far? It’s been good.