“Is It Still the Weekend?!”
“I didn’t think it was the weekend but it is yaaay”
Kina and I both like weekends, but for different reasons. I get to spend some time away from the dresser and kitchen chair that I call my desk, and Kina gets to eat special treats, run around on “weekend playgrounds”, and hang out with her amazing parents. In the middle of this Venn diagram is Time Spent Together, which we all enjoy.
I learned the term “Sunday Scaries” during the pandemic, which made them extra scary; the anticipation of a week of Covid-tinged remote work put an emotional damper on my Sundays, cheating me of a psychological free day. Kina, by contrast, is thrilled by the mere idea of a Sunday—a second weekend, she figures, like a bonus Saturday. I imagine it takes a few years before the novelty wears off and the reality (albeit fairly recent, in the history of civilization) of the two-day weekend sets in. In the meantime, it’s fun to see somebody who gets 48 full hours of joy from their days away from preschool.
It was a good weekend, overall. We ate well, ran around in the sunshine, visited a weekend playground (in Nolita), and took zero naps. As a result, on this traditionally fraught first day of Daylight Saving Time, Kina is fast asleep at 7:30 and I am pooh-poohing the ol’ Sunday Scaries for a change. It is, after all, still the weekend.
This week’s Parade is all Kina—a fingerpainted masterpiece depicting Elsa at war with the Fire Spirit. After she finished the cover, she took a little time to paint her nails. Spent all day asking us if she could have “real nail polish”. It begins.