No excuses for the lack of posting, because I don’t really have one. Actually, I’m pretty good at coming up with excuses, but I’ve used them all before, so I have no choice but to claim excuselessness today. As it appears, I could also claim uselessness, but that is neither here nor there. Anyway, between ten days of fun in California and Arizona, where I took plenty of pictures I should probably share with you, and the fact that we hit the ground running upon our return, I’ve been busy. Well, busy in the I-don’t-have-a-job-but-keeping-kids-entertained-during-the-summer-is-painful-soul-sucking-and-costly- kind of way.
Today I find myself in a well known position: with my laptop on my bedroom floor, hiding from the four children who are currently downstairs wreaking havoc on my living room. I fed them lunch and cleaned up their mess. I’m pretending they’re not scheming to host a lemonade stand and I’m actively choosing to forget that my couch cushions are askew and there are piles of fleece scraps scattered about my living room and dining room floors.
I’m hiding. It’s what I do in the summer. In between trips to the pool and trips to the movies and trips to the craft store to procure supplies for their craft du jour, I hide.
It’s familiar up here. Laptop on the carpet, lying on my belly, trying to finish typing before my arms fall asleep.
Just like old times.
At least I have the Olympics to keep me occupied this year.
We’ve entered the final month of summer break. July, as usual, flew by; August, I fear, will drag on endlessly, as it’s apt to do. Next week Caroline will go to camp, which will provide a break from the monotony. I love camp. Yesterday we went to the movies and then to Panera for a post -movie snack of bagels and smoothies, followed by a trip to the fabric store for fleece to make those no-sew blankets.
Yes, fleece blankets in what appears to be the hottest summer ever. Oh well, at least it kept Caroline and her friends occupied for an hour as they cut and tied their fleece. Sure, it cost $25, but sometimes an hour of silent work is worth $25.
And so I’m hiding.
Hiding from having to make plans. Hiding from having to drive the girls anywhere to purchase more stuff they don’t need and will inevitably be thrown away by clutter detesting mothers. Hiding from the mess. Hiding from the fact that my shin hurts and in three weeks I have to do that stupid mud run. Hiding from the ever growing list of things we have to accomplish before our move to Hawaii this fall.
Yep, I’m hiding.
Just like old times.
Until 4pm, when we are going to the pool, that is.