After the first week of summer went well, I had high hopes. But then last week happened. You'd think Rhett in Vacation Bible School for three hours daily would make it a breeze, right? Me too! But I was wrong. It was hard. The boys fought constantly. It was hot and humid. Ollie was grumpy. I was grumpy. Other than attend a funny dog trick show on Wednesday night and playgroup Friday morning, we didn't do much. And I'm finding that my boys are infinitely better-behaved when we are out doing things when compared to being lazy in the house, but I need them to have lazy days in the house so I can have lazy days in the house. So it was hard. It made me miss my full-time work days of summer.
But I have hopes for this week. Playdates with friends, a holiday, AND guess who gets to watch the D.C. fireworks on the mall from the roof of her work building? This girl (and her three boys)! This week will be better. It must be better. I still have 19 days to go.
P.S. Not only do I kind-of miss my full-time work days, but Chuck definitely misses his summer off! He's finding it awfully hard to work during the summer. Poor guy.
P.P.S. Oh, this is great. Ollie got sick on Saturday. He had a fever and was reduced to much less than his usually-crazy self. Poor buddy. Please cross your fingers it doesn't turn into hand-foot-mouth disease.
P.P.P.S. Summer is, once again, killing my desire to cook. I will not admit to what we've been eating for dinner.
P.P.P.P.S. Summer hasn't killed my desire to sew, however. It might have increased it because the basement is so nice and cool! I made another bunk bed book bag for a friend's daughter and two purses for my nieces for Christmas. I'm awesome.