I long for those lazy days of summer. Reading books under a tree, strolling for ice cream, meeting friends for patio dinners. Those are the summer days of yesteryear. My days of summer are not anything but. It’s been three weeks of summer and we’ve:
– Planted cucumbers and tomatoes, a planter of begonias and a bed of gerbras
– Had four cottage weekends complete with boating at the crack of dawn, fireworks late into the evening and a baby who refuses to sleep in his temporary crib
– Attended (the kids, not me- I can only wish) a week of day camp
– Visited two libraries, Santa’s Village, numerous parks/playgrounds and friends, farmer’s markets, and story tellers
– Made waves in swimming pools and splash pads
– Effectively wasted enough water with the sprinkler and hose-play to remedy the African drought
– Seen Cars 2, the movie (read about THAT experience here)
– Had two very nasty poo-explosions courtesy of the baby (who must have been feeling left out of all of the activity) which resulted in MAJOR clean-up and emergency baths all around
– Had one lamp smashed to smithereens
– Made one trip to the ER for a staple to the head, my son’s, not mine (can you imagine!?!)
– Tried three neighbourhood restaurants for lunches (what was I thinking?)
– Applied Benedryl to a swollen ankle rendered useless thanks to a Muskoka mosquito (*Mr. Mosquito, next time please aim for the lips.)
It’s important to note that while most things on that list sound summery and like a lot of fun, you must imagine doing each with three boys who must have been circus carnies in their previous lives. Gong!
Of course, playing Activities Director has added to my already heaping amount of daily responsibilities (and laundry).
Boredom, if you are looking for someone to assault this summer, please, please pick me.
photo credits: http://www.timstvshowcase.com and http://www.sharetv.org
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