Today is the first day of summer vacation. SUMMER VACATION! (It was absolutely necessary to shout that sentence as a testament to the fact that we survived the past school year. WE SURVIVED!)
This summer I’m doing things a bit differently. In years past, the kids and I have created a summer fun list of all the things we wanted to do and see. This year there will be no list. In fact, the idea of a brightly colored check-list on my fridge, mocking me for my lazy and unaccomplished ways, makes my blood pressure rise and my eye start to twitch.
This is the summer of no pressure. This is the summer of lounging and lazing about. This is the summer of play-dates with friends in the backyard and running through sprinklers. This is the summer of taking it easy.
We will still do things of course. Today we plan on strutting our stuff as the library officially begins its summer reading program. Tonight, the kids have swimming practice. We will go to family reunions and the State Fair and perhaps do some camping.
But instead of scheduling our lives and filling our days full of activities, there will be time.
Time for my daughter to practice making brownies in the kitchen to her heart’s content.
Time for my son to play basketball next door.
Time for my youngest to obsess over Harry Potter as much as she wants.
Time for me to read books for fun and books to learn and books to get myself all worked up.
Time for everyone to decide what their favorite ice cream flavor is at Baskin Robins. (Daiquiri Ice! No…wait, Peanut-Butter and Chocolate. No- Daiquiri Ice…)
There will be sleeping in (please, oh please let there be sleeping in) and there will be moments of Mom! I’m so bored. There will be raspberry picking and tomato eating and watermelon seed spitting. There will be sleeping outside on the trampoline and playing with cousins. There will be thunderstorms that keep us glued to the television radar and humidity that makes us lie spread-eagle on the floor, under the ceiling fan.
And in nine weeks I hope we all feel rested and refreshed and ready to tackle new school subjects without incredible nausea in our bellies. Or, at least, that’s the hope.
What are you doing this summer, Gentle Reader? Anything exciting, so we can live vicariously through you?