Monday, August 3rd 2015
After driving us nuts for most of the summer so far, it’s two weeks of day camp for these two. Partly to remind us all what it’s like to have a routine, largely to remind them that school exists and very much to give us a break from the minute-to-minute upkeep of rug rats!
Here they are; immaculate lunches packed, dressed with towels and bathing suits and changes of clothes packed and labeled, shoes and sunblock ON, and -not insignificantly- her hair brushed and braided, probably for the first time this summer.
After a very cute wake up time of cuddling, bed-hopping and assembling creatures both real and imaginary, what a labor it was getting through all the paces to achieve the preparedness depicted above. On one hand I live for that shit. On the other hand, having gotten through it, my nerves are SHOT. I can’t count how many times I had to bribe/threaten/yell/admonish and cajole to make it all happen.
Of course I’d envisioned sending them off with loving goodbye kisses then settling down over a cuppa steamy hot java in my favorite cafe for some focused UNINTERRUPTED grownup admin work time. But instead I’m afraid it’s off to my shrink to see if maybe she wouldn’t mind upping my dose if you know what I mean.
But first, cue DaddyLove coming back from dropping them off. “WOW!” he proclaims, “We DID it. They’re not HERE. They’re THERE!”
He also brought this:
Apparently by now my son has recently finished up “Basket Weaving” and is now playing “Super Soccer.” Just like I always say; (Damn) LUCKY KIDS! Looking at this it’s a wonder we’ve even tried having them home so much this summer. I mean, I’m a big believer in children’s unstructured down time… if only I could find a way to provide it for them with no fussing, no fighting and no mess.
BWUAHA HA HA HA HA HA. I know I’m hilarious. And if I’m sounding like I’ve gone partially insane… did I mention I have KIDS? Oh but wait, not this second I don’t. OK enough ranting; coffee and shower for me. Wheeeee!!!!
Now we cue George Michael:
FREEDOM!!! For the next FIVE HOURS. (Not really but we pretend.)