I love living in Brooklyn. I really do. I don’t mind schlepping my laundry to the laundromat. It doesn’t bother me to navigate the narrow grocery store aisles with a basket in my stroller, two boys who alternate being way too helpful with chasing each other through the store, and a little girl who pulls things off the shelves behind my back. And even though our apartment currently resembles a bike parking lot, the lack of space is a tolerable annoyance.
Nope, those things are all part of the fun. The thing that gets to me more than anything is that living in Brooklyn sometimes feels like trying to catch all the rain from a summer storm in a thimble. There’s just too much to do, too much to see, too many fun activities, and too many friends whose schedules are as erratic as ours.
But the day is short. By the time I’ve convinced Squish to change out of his pajamas, it’s time to put Little Miss down for a nap. And by the time she wakes up, it’s time for lunch. And when we’ve finished lunch, we have just a small amount of time before it’s time for the second nap . . . .
What’s the point of living here if we can’t soak it all in? Why do we make these sacrifices of space and convenience if we’re not able to immerse ourselves in the bounteous opportunities to learn and explore and connect?
But I suppose it’s enough to know that it’s there, waiting for us when we’re ready. When one nap is sufficient and we’ve learned to change our clothes the first time we’re asked. And until then, it’s still pretty great to ride bikes around the block, or to dine in Prospect Park, or to go to the same playground day after day. Or even to schlep our laundry to the laundromat.
This week on Babble:
It’s a shame Manchild’s school is too far for us to walk to. I think I’d really enjoy taking him to and from every day.
There are a lot of things that I don’t like about myself. Or, I didn’t like them about myself, until I saw them in my kids. Now I think they’re just fine.
We’ve all had them: friends who have dragged us down. Do any of these types sound familiar to you?
And fundraising for a charity and training for a race at the same time sounds like a tall order, but I promise, you’ll get back more than you give.
Happy weekend, all y’all! Enjoy yourselves.