Yesterday was the best day of summer vacation. I realize it’s only day four, but I think it might be as good as it’s gonna get. For me as a parent, that is.
There was no swimming. No picnic. No sunshine. No flip-flops involved. I shoe-shopped with my children, I took them out to lunch, we grocery-shopped. I divided our grocery list into three categories (dairy, produce, other) and we each took a basket and met back at check-out lane two to see how we fared; it was fun and a brilliant parenting moment!
And then, after we got home, I suggested they help me with my photo project from the basement. And seriously, they were SO into it. I took photos from the past twenty years in six bins and put them on the dining room table with about six empty albums and basically let them do their own thing. They each took a photo album and put pictures of themselves in it; some w/Mom or Dad or Grandpa or Grandmother. Katie even suggested that when she’s older she might like to see herself as a “bink”. The hours went by. They were busy. They were helping me and not realizing it. No obnoxious meddling in each others space.
By the end of the evening, they had amassed the evidence which unequivocally points to them being loved by their parents. They felt all warm and fuzzy.
Brilliant x 2.
It can, and will, all go to shit from here. But yesterday was a great day.
We are in the waning days of school. Just two more “lunch packing days” left of school — that is, two and a half more days, not counting today. The end of school is always such a crazy time. This year seems worse than ever. Honestly, I don’t think Russ and I ever really recovered from the stress of hockey season’s divide and conquer. I miss my calm life. I miss my husband. I actually miss camping, because it is calm and we just get time with ourselves without obligations interrupting things.
I feel like I have spent the last two weeks in my car. Here’s the thing that’s really starting to get on my nerves. I am a punctual gal. It is important to me that my kids get to school on time, that I get to my appointments on time, and I pick them up on time. Now, what’s on time? Within 2-3 minutes of the “time”. I think that’s pretty good. Continue reading
Russ and I took the girls on a drive yesterday. We drove down to Lake Champlain, taking the back roads, dirt roads we’d not taken before, just to make it more interesting. We were headed to a marina. To look at sailboats for sale.
It was a trip I’ve taken hundreds of times in places all along the east coast with my own parents. Growing up, Sundays were often “mystery trip” days. At first, my folks wouldn’t tell us where we were going. Sometimes even my mom wouldn’t know. But over the years, we saw the pattern: all roads led to a boat yard. Seriously, we visited boat yards everywhere we lived, from New Jersey to Maryland to North Carolina all the way to Florida. Continue reading