By Heather O.
Summer time. It’s our vacation.
If you are not, at this very moment, boogying in your head to the tune from HSM2, you obviously don’t live in my house.
It’s just begun, but already the sighs of “There is nothing to do!” have reverberated through our home. One drawback of public school is that J is used to having every single moment of his day structured. Now, with the loosey goosey-ness of summer upon us, the child is lost, and looks to his mother for guidance. And excuse me for thinking that 2 events in one day is enough to satifsy his need for activity. I guess we need 3 events. Or 4. Or 5. Basically, my son thinks that a new learning perspective must occur in half hour or 45 minute increments throughout the day.
Oh, somebody please shoot me.
While typing this post, my baby climbed into the laundry basket, spread all the dirty laundry all over my floor, then threw my son’s underwear into my dog’s water bowl, which I forgot to remove before letting her (the baby) loose. When I tried to take it away, she pitched a fit, so she is now dipping it in and out, letting the water spread all over herself and my kitchen floor.
It’s gonna be a long summer.