It’s probably not cool to crow about how great one’s weekend with wife and baby were, but, well, with the weather so disgusting today and with me facing the prospect of actually having to get some work done, I’d prefer instead to reminisce. So:
Saturday was a trip to Prospect Park and the Greenmarket, lunch at Franny’s (which Sasha ate willingly), a long nap, a late dinner. Sunday wasn’t much different: a long run, an easy lunch, a short nap, the NYC Apple Festival and a Chinatown playground, a dinner of stir-fried fly’s head (not quite what it sounds like), and then some popular TV show on basic cable. No freak-outs, no unbearable fussing, no stress, no regrets. Ah. Just perfect yuppie-hipster Brooklynite bliss.
On some level, I have to wonder as well if there wouldn’t be more of these nice weekends if, you know, I was around for more of them. As we’ve been pointing out pretty much since this blog started, but also in the recent discussion of “reporting trips,” it’s not easy to manage a traveling life while trying to be a good, responsible dad. But at the same time, maybe I’m cherishing* weekends like this past one just because they’re so rare. If I had every weekend to spend precious quality time with my family, maybe I wouldn’t care so much. Or maybe I’m just getting maudlin in my old age. In any case, I’ve got two more chances for equally enjoyable weekends before I’m off around the world again.
* Fuck, did I just write “cherish”? Shoot me now.