These children are happy because they are constantly supervised...
Summer, as I remember it, is a time for fun and carefree goodness. Walking barefoot to your pals house to play in the pool, or to the kegger. Ah, to be a kid again, or even in college or, a 25 year-old living at home...
As a mom,summer is a hands-on 24-hour non-stop energy-sucking rapid-fire-questions, bandaid-delving, popsicle-licking day filled with lots of sun block and no time for menial tasks like writing or laundry, or sleep. Atleast when the kids were in Preschool, I had a few hours a week to do very important things like, post on this blog.
Ultimately, I know that this is the last summer I'll ever have the kids all to myself. It's the last year I can control who they make friends with based, not so much, who they like, but who I like. It turns out, as mentioned here, that I don't really like kids. I'm pretty picky. It's a high-standard screening process that usually results in asking some kid where his mom is and to please stop drowning my daughter in the pool. Then some eye rolling, some pats on my own back for my great kids, because it's all MY doing, and then unabashed judgement on the kid, and then the parents.
So, clearly, my time is taken up judging other preschoolers.
That's how I roll.
Clearly, you are the better mom (as compared to mom of child driwniung kid in pool)! Clearly.
Clearly, you are the better mom (as compared to mom of child drowning your kid in pool)! Clearly.
You're coming right along....for someone observing her older sister have her first child, and saying "I'm NEVER having kids!" "I'll just have a dog!".......You've done very well at both.
Wow! Can I please copy that second paragraph and save it? Mothering in the summer is just plain "lifesucking".
Your blog totally rocks!!