The End Is Nigh
Four more days of school. All the teachers I know are ecstatic about this because it means a rest. The mommies with older kids I know are pretty stoked, too. For them, it means lazy mornings of reading and puttering, not rushing about the house to get everyone fed and out the door. I hope this will someday be me. Although I am far, far from a natural morning person, I like my mornings once everybody skedaddles.
I now have a map for the summer. It's not full of Big Fun, but it is pretty packed with Little Fun items, especially for Lucas. I'm hoping that I can cultivate a good attitude; enjoy a rest once in a while; continue to earn a living; and keep myself from going bonkers. I'm hoping that I'll find a slower but not dead pace to enjoy. I'm hoping for more time at the pool, the gym, in the backyard. I'm hoping to sew a little, make jam--that kind of creative, homey stuff. They call it the out-breathing, the exhaling portion of the year.
I am hoping I can avoid resorting to the TV. That is a big part of why I have signed Lucas up for so many camps: Fine Art camp, Nature camps, Soccer camp, Robotics camp, Water Sports camp, Bookmaking camp, Fair Oaks Day camp, etc.
My son is almost a second-grader. In four days, he will be one. He is taller, bolder, more argumentative, more sassy, more preoccupied with making his own rules, and with doing things his own way. He is taking it upon himself to make decisions without asking.
I am expecting him to pass the bar exam and become an attorney any day now.
I now have a map for the summer. It's not full of Big Fun, but it is pretty packed with Little Fun items, especially for Lucas. I'm hoping that I can cultivate a good attitude; enjoy a rest once in a while; continue to earn a living; and keep myself from going bonkers. I'm hoping that I'll find a slower but not dead pace to enjoy. I'm hoping for more time at the pool, the gym, in the backyard. I'm hoping to sew a little, make jam--that kind of creative, homey stuff. They call it the out-breathing, the exhaling portion of the year.
I am hoping I can avoid resorting to the TV. That is a big part of why I have signed Lucas up for so many camps: Fine Art camp, Nature camps, Soccer camp, Robotics camp, Water Sports camp, Bookmaking camp, Fair Oaks Day camp, etc.
My son is almost a second-grader. In four days, he will be one. He is taller, bolder, more argumentative, more sassy, more preoccupied with making his own rules, and with doing things his own way. He is taking it upon himself to make decisions without asking.
I am expecting him to pass the bar exam and become an attorney any day now.