That lazy, sweltering time of chasing butterflies, digging in sandboxes, spraying your brother with the hose, and nearly dying from boredom. That was the summer of my youth, but now it’s a hectic shuffling of kids to classes and activities, having little friends drop by, and making excursions to the pool, all while trying to decide whether hot dogs for dinner again is a violation of the Mom Code of Conduct and keeping the children from resorting to fisticuffs.
And having a list of chores at the ready when they decide to spring that first I’m bored on me. Shortest time: about 3 hours after school lets out.
Let me just go on the record: God Bless Teachers.
And writing? When was I supposed to do that again?
The boys put together Summer Wish Lists this weekend, which is an annual rite that I take much less seriously than they do. If we actually did all the things they wanted, we’d be well into October. My favorite this year (and nearly every year) comes from Worm Burner’s list: Go to the pool 100 times. I love the specificity and the ambition. Considering we only have about 80 days of summer, we better get started! Dark Omen wants to play golf, but not on a blistering hot day (again, love the stage direction!), and Mighty Mite is cool with whatever we do, as long as there’s camping involved.
I’ve armed them with stacks of books to kick off their summer reading, and have a summer journal for them to write in each day, and the older two are taking a math camp. But most of their time will be spent on blissfully non-academic activities. As it should be.
Let the Summer Fun begin!
p.s. In bowing to the nature of summer, Ink Spells will be going to a Monday-Wednesday-Friday posting format, with a return to every-day posting in the fall, when the munchkins are safely returned to school.