With school getting out, I suppose I better put this up in storage. But come August, it's going right back next to the coffee pot.
Last week the high was 50, so summer is quickly approaching. I have gone into panic mode because the kids will be home...all day. No more cocktail parties at 10:30a.m. No more 4 hour lunches. No more tequila shooter Tuesdays or Jello Shot Friday. No more 3 hour grocery shopping. I've got T-minus one week to get my list of projects done that I made the first day of school.
Max and Lucy have been in a rigorous Kindergarten program. These kids will be desperate for intellectual stimulation, and they'll be looking to me for answers. Shit. We're doomed. Desperate, I've managed to design a color-coded chart of summer activities. I'm looking forward to having them all to myself this summer. I realize I have only a few more summers that won't be loaded with practices and games and bff's, sleepovers. For the most part, we plan on living at the gym. I haven't informed the manager of it, but we will. Workout in the morning, lunch poolside, swimming all day! Bring it on. And just in case I haven't had my coffee yet, and perhaps don't know what to do with my children. I even made a stickie note of options:
Swim
Zoo
Library
Movies
Water Park
Bowling
Just in case I get in a pinch. The moments before my coffee are very dazed and confused. But the only moments of clarity I have all day, are the one hour I'm chugging coffee.
I've explained to the kids as well, this week being the first week they could actually wear shorts and all - after many tear-eyed spills at the park - that this is the year of skinned knees. They're 5 1/2 now, riding bikes, roller blading , skateboarding. Heck, Lucy was just skipping today and face planted into asphalt. And Farley took ME for a ride today through someone's yard, but made sure my knee grabbed some gravel first. When the kids scrape their knees and elbows, they act like they need stitches.
"You're not even dripping blood. Just relax."
"But mom....whaaaaa....whaaaaaa...whaaaaa" is all I hear.
"Look, get used to it. This summer is the year of the skinned knee and elbows. You're gonna love it, trust me."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it was on my fortune cookie yesterday."
"Okay mom."
It's going to be a fun summer.
That's how I roll.
This IS going to be a great summer!
Wonderful insight