So I must admit I procrastinated this year when it came time to plan for the summer. I really really did. I think its because I had this vague hope in the very recesses of my mind that we would win the lottery or I would suddenly be financially able to walk away from my job…
Whatever it was, I’d be able to stay home for the summer with the girls and it would be epic! We would have so much fun and life would be a blast!
Then in walks REALITY and I realize I have nothing planned for the Summer!
So I register them for a camp nearby. They went there last year for a skating camp and had a blast. Their older cousin worked there as well so I knew they’d be ok. Well this year due to ‘politics’…his words not mine…he’s not working at that recreation center but it’s the most convenient for me.
My mistake was assuming the camp would be as great as last year. First of all, there were fewer options being offered. Then the quality of activities…don’t get me started. How much glitter can you use? Every day they come home with a sad looking piece of construction paper with a whole lot of glue and glitter. Even they don’t like what they make. Dont get me…I have nothing against arts and craft. I want them to be creative. But put some effort into what you plan for the kids to do…GEEZ!
I mean it’s not like they’re going for FREE.
Note to self: Next year I need to plan their camps early.
This from a lazy blogger…
Today the girls had a play date with their cousin. I decided to take them to the park near our house. It was like pulling teeth with Diva Girl and her cousin because they wanted to stay inside and play Minecraft. Seriously? Baby Girl and I paid them no mind and got ready to go. They grumbled for a bit but by the time the park was in sight, they had forgotten the video games and made a beeline to the playground. It was cool today, a sign that summer is coming to a close and we were the only ones there for at least twenty minutes. Freeze tag was the game of choice and they proceeded to run and scream and laugh uncontrollably. I was suckered in to being a referee of sorts to ensure that everyone played fair and that Baby Girl didn’t get stuck being ‘it’ all the time, since she is the smallest and sometimes has to work harder to catch the others. After a while, a few other families began to arrive and there was one little boy in particular whose caregiver asked the girls if he could play.
And then there were four…
What I love about children is how open they are to new people, experiences, adventures and so on. Soon they were running and screaming each other’s names. The little boy who was the youngest was jumping and running with the rest. As it is with children when they play so vigorously, there are bound to be some bumps and bruises. Everyone had at least one fall into the wood chips that line the playground area. Baby Girl had a fall that left her in tears and the little boy was quick to offer the services of his dog for comfort (present with the caregiver) and advised her to pet him so that she could feel better.
She was all better after that.
When it was time to go, the little boy said goodbye to them (twice to Baby Girl) and they all yelled ‘bye!’ to him as well.
Summer may be almost over, but beautiful moments can happen any time.
Time really does fly doesn’t it?
I mean with wings and all!
One day it was Baby Girl’s 5th birthday and the next we are in August and I’m going through their closets to determine what is needed for back to school.
Back to the regular routine and rushing the girls every morning to get ready…
Arguing about clothes, breakfast and moving just a little faster.
We’ve had a really good summer, I guess that’s why I’m having a hard time thinking about getting back into the school routine.
Maybe it’ll be me that has to be told to hurry up and eat my breakfast on that first day.
Some days I feel frustrated. Raising two kids and working full time. Trying to make sure my family is happy and secure. It’s not that I don’t want to do these things, but where is my time? When do I get a chance to just unwind and do something that is strictly for me? It seems as if I never have the time to do the things that I want to do; like write more often. Maybe even start a business. Sometimes I’m just too tired at the end of the day, that it just seems better to give in and give up. Between these feelings and then the guilt that follows, I feel unsettled and definitely frustrated.
Then I have a day like today. A beautiful day, not too hot, but just hot enough. Diva girl wakes up, and asks if she can go to church with her nana. Baby girl doesn’t cry when they leave, she just wants to go outside to blow bubbles. It’s 9 am on a Sunday in the middle of summer…why not? We blow bubbles from those dollar store jars of suds and she chases them and counts them…”1, 2, 5, 8!” After 15 minutes, she’s bored and we go back inside so that I can start cooking and she can change her dolly’s diaper. She sings and rocks her dolly to sleep and comes to tell me that she’s making dolly soup. Why not…?
When Diva girl gets home, we have lunch and then we try our best to conquer Angry Birds on the tablet. At five, she is already kicking my behind. The TV is off and the windows and doors are open. The girls are playing and arguing….but what else is new? Then they make up and we dance to a silly beat that they make up using unsharpened pencils as drumsticks. We read a book, I change diapers and soothe hurt feelings and kiss boo boos. We laugh, we hang out and my girls jump on me for tickle time.
What the heck is there to be frustrated about anyway?