- My cousin’s 4-year-old found this frog, which had one eye and just three feet. We are unsure if she found him that way or what.
On the first Monday of Summer Break,
I shall wonder why there are men talking in my kitchen,
Only to realize, those are my teenaged sons.
I will talk to myself — and they will answer.
Which will startle me, because I’m used to working at home, alone.
I will ask the kids if they have homework, and soon they will stop answering me.
I shall realize that neither the snacks nor the dishwashing detergent will last as long as I thought they would.
I shall praise Netflix, ice pops and soccer balls,
Long before I curse Netflix, ice pops and soccer balls.
I will make many short trips around town in my car to drop my kids and their friends off at various locations while trying to write in my head.
I will forget what I wrote and have to start over at my computer.
I will take the kids to the lake and then pretend I am not there when their friends show up because they will find my presence embarrassing.
Until they need cash.
Of course.
And a ride home.
I will grumble about crumbs and dirty socks and whatever the hell that is stuck to the kitchen table.
I will yell, “Knock it off!” and “Stop kicking the ball in the house!” umpteen times, because “umpteen” is a word clearly coined by a parent.
I will dream of September, and I will dread it, too.
On the first Monday of Summer Break, I will do these things, and I will do them all summer long.
Until the first day of school, when I will miss it all.
This is the Summer Break between Preschool and Kindergarten in our home. So, I am savoring every single day. Bring on the ice pops!
Aaaaand, I will print and post this on my fridge, thankyouverymuch!
Look at it this way though…. when we say “knock it off” to our teen and tween sons, they’ll respond MUCH better than they did back in the days when they were demon spawn who had colic