By Heather O.
So DH is being treated for Lyme Disease. I mean, I guess it had to happen eventually. He has been grading papers in fields and doing long trail runs at the height of tick season, and I’ve been pulling ticks off his body in staggering numbers. 3 weeks of antibiotics. Poor guy. He bought some probiotic stuff to counteract the shearing of his digestive system.
Little Sister’s preschool ended last Friday. We had a crazy weekend at the Mother/Daughter campout (and fake tatoos were used, and nobody was struck by lightening. I would, however,not recommend them, not for the spiritual factor, but because gosh almighty they make a giant mess to clean up. All those tiny little peelies thingies got EVERYWHERE–lesson learned.). Then afterwards we drove to Duck, NC (it’s a real place, I promise, and there are no ducks that we could see) to party at the beach with some intellectual types who wanted to pick my husband’s brain while the kids and I baked in the sand. The kids got spectacularly sunburned–I did use 45spf, but not enough reapplying, I guess—and my little girl’s peeling face makes me feel like a bad parent every time I look at her. My husband rightly says he’s glad it was me who was in charge of the sunscreen and not him because if that had happened under his watch, I would have ripped his face off.
Sad, but true.
But here we are, living life without preschool for a mere 6 days (which were very fun-filled days, if I do say so myself), and my girl is crying over missing school, bored out of her mind, and eating Oreos for lunch.
It’s going to be a long summer.
Everybody should watch “The Avengers”. It will restore your faith in Joss Whedon after his dismal showing in “Serenity”. I’m not hugely into Superheros, but I took my 10 year old (yes, it’s PG-13, sue me) for a mother/son date, and it totally rocked. And making it just about my son instead of the whole family was really fun, too. I decided I need to do more mother/son dates, to remember how cool it is that my tiny little baby is now a really fun kid, and also to take advantage of this time when he still thinks going to the movies with his mother is fun. Also, he doesn’t smell that bad (yet), so, bonus there, too. His hair is terrible, though, and I’m trying to decide if I should just force him into a hair cut or continue to let him look like a stray sheep dog.
To fill the summer television gap between ‘Bones’ and ‘Psych’, I’ve been watching Mad Men on Netflix, which I can’t really, in good conscience, recommend to anybody reading this blog, because it’s kind of intensely over the top sexual. You watch it and just think, “C’mon, REALLY?” and now I’m at the point where every time there is a man and woman in the same shot you wonder if they are going to have sex. But the way women are portrayed is kind of fascinating, and I wonder if that is really how women felt/were treated/acted in the 60s. I’m glad that life is better for women, but I’ve gotta say, having a housekeeper looks AWESOME.
Happy Summer, everyone.