Dear Reese,
You watch 4 minutes of a Miraculous Ladybug episode with me this morning, despite our no-screen-time-until-you are-2-years-old pact. But I only have a few minutes left on a new episode when you wake up a little too early, so you join me in bed.
The villian fight is already over. They’re just doing the clean up at the end of the episode. You are captivated, which probably means we should not do that again until you’re a little older. It also means maybe we’ll start with a Miraculous Ladybug episode a day?
I am out of touch on so many shows, but I happened to see Season 6 had already released a handful of episodes on Disney+, and despite telling myself I didn’t need to watch them immediately (I am behind on so many other things) . . . I did. It’s the fandom that keeps pulling me back in, and this new season has no right to be as good and interesting as it is after the conclusion of the five-season arc the year before you were born.
And apparently I’m two movie specials behind?
Darling, I used to watch a lot of TV. I was an efficient TV watcher. Scheduled, attentive. I once made a schedule to watch 118 episodes of the How to Train Your Dragon TV series in a three-week period while writing 1,000 words a day, running, and working full-time. Efficient. Or I just had a lot of time on my hands living alone with just cats to take care of.
I spend my time differently now. With you. I’m so grateful for it.
But it also felt good to lie on the couch and watch a couple of new episodes of Miraculous Ladybug today. It’s one big dopamine hit for me.
Love,
Mama