Dear Summer Break,
Yeah, you. The one who once brought me “Blockasin Day,” during which my bored boys threw and then blocked each other’s moccasins — “Hey, blockasin!” — while I counted down til the first day of school (43 days).
I see you making your way back, just 48 hours away. You’re hiding behind an overdue history paper and a cross country team time trial, but you’re there, yet again –my fourteenth summer break as a mother. And I just want to say, I love/hate you.
I love/hate you for: eliminating the words “Do you have homework?” from my vocabulary for a few months/adding the words “Do you have sand on your feet?” for a few months.
I love/hate you for: giving my kids summer jobs/preferring their paying jobs to my unpaid yard work.
I love/hate you for: not guilting me into buying cheesecakes, wrapping paper, and “smencils” for yet another school fundraiser/allotting that cash for my summer ice pop, tortilla chip, and Klondike bar budget.
I love/hate you for: making it possible for my kids not to have to be anywhere at 7:30 a.m./ making it possible for my kids not to have to be anywhere at 7:30 a.m.
I love/hate you for: your “It’s too nice to be inside” weather/your “It’s too hot to be outside” weather.
I love/hate you for: your light-out-late/sun-up-so-darn-early.
I love/hate you for: the cold snowblower/the hot weed whacker. (At least the snowblower hasn’t tried to take me out at the ankles.)
I love/hate you for: school’s out/but work isn’t. (Bless the inventors of the laptop and WiFi.)
I love/hate you for: Independence Day/Blockasin Day.
Bring it Summer Break 2014. I’m ready. And I love/hate you already.