Tomorrow marks the first day of summer vacation. I am both excited and dreading it at the same time. By ten o'clock tomorrow morning the excitement will be long gone and dread will be the only remaining emotion. But for now, the excitement remains.
What will we do all summer long? The possibilities are endless. Swimming, that's a given. We spend almost every day at Grandma's pool. Swimming lessons, for sure. It gets us up and out the door every day and my kids think it's something I do fun for them, which earns me bonus points. They haven't caught on that it's school...for swimming. Please don't tell them.
Summer vacations are out...we did our big trip around Spring Break. (Remember Disneyland? Pretty much ate up the vacation funds...and then some.) But I still have high hopes of making this a rockin' summer vacation. Picnics, parks, play dates, library, sprinkler parks, softball games, water parks, BBQ's, boating, birthday parties, family reunions, slip and slides, family dinners, etc. I have the schedule all mapped out in my head, interspersed with things like piano practice and reading and all that stuff. It plays out something like a family sitcom from the 80's.
And then I remember how summer vacation at our house actually goes. My kids, standing next to my bed at 10:00 asking when I'll get up and make them breakfast, because after five cartoons they're really hungry. Me yelling that I'm going to put a stop to their incessant fighting right this very second before they think they're going to spend all summer talking to each other that way. Me dragging them to the pool threatening the whole way that if they continue to act that way we'll turn around and go home. Me sitting by the pool nursing a headache telling my kids every five minutes for an hour that it's time to go. Me coming home and ignoring my disaster of a house because my head is throbbing and the heat has drained me so I'm going to take a nap. Cartoons, back on. Me telling myself that tomorrow I'll make sure they sit down and read some books.
Well, it's the thought that counts, right?