Summer officially pops off for us on Friday.
We’ve officially decided to start acting like it now.
I’ve completely given up on checking their back packs for homework assignments (shhhh, don’t tell the teachers).
I’m not really caring what they wear to school anymore (this week they both went in basketball shorts with shirts that didn’t even match a little).
Bedtime has turned into a complete and utter farce (pretty sure #1 was awake last night when I went to sleep at 11pm with the dog and the baby brother tucked in his bed with him).
#3 has given up on wearing underwear and shoes entirely; his feet look like he put out fires with them (thankfully his, um, “junk” remains relatively clean).
And, we’ve already spent a hot day or two chillaxin’ at the lake (yeahhhh boyeeeee said-all-Flavor-Flav-like every time I set up my chair and my umbrella at the lake)…
I guess you can say I’m done.
Done with the rushed mornings and the crazy after-school-activity-filled-homework-laden-everybody-is-crying-and-hungry-and-tired schedule.
Done with constant demands on our time and our inability to just have a lay-about-in-our-jammies-and-scratch day.
But, don’t let my done-ness be confused for readiness.
I am NOT ready for summer.
I am not sure one can ever really prepare for the fighting, whining, crying, complaining, and various other child-grip-infused days I sense are coming.
They will be intense. At least at first. Until we get used to each other’s funk again.
In a rarely seen effort to be prepared, I’m proud to say that I’ve actually made some plans to help focus some of their energy during this transition period from school to home. These are including but not limited to the following:
- A cool list of activities to keep kids from getting buck when school is out (I will share soon!).
- A Made in America Challenge that will include awesomeness these Dudes better not even consider being annoying during.
- A number of new mom-sized hiding places with secret chocolate stashes the children can not now and will not ever know about.
- An emergency list of friends who have made verbal agreements to come get at least one of the Dudes when things do in fact get buck.
- An extended trip or five to Mimi’s house.
- A pool, a lake, and park all within a 5 minute driving distance.
- Summer camp. Booked and paid for months ago to ensure these Dudes a spot.
- Television. Um, yeah,don’t even play games with me, we watch the heck outta some TV in the summer.
And, there is a remote although entirely possible scenario wherein I may find myself agreeing to send #1 to a four day sleep away camp this year.
I’m freaking out a bit about it.
One of my personal best summers of all time was when I went to 4-H summer camp between my 6th and 7th grade years (this is my cousin & I, before I shipped out).
Please note a few things. One, I didn’t even know what 4-H was before I signed up for this camp. Honestly, I’m not even sure I know now.
Two, it was a week long camp featuring middle school aged boys and girls in cabins with camp counselors that seemed old at the time, but were probably not even 20. Every single person there was ridiculously horny awkward.
And, three, I hated being outside for more than 15 minutes on a hot, sweaty, summer day. Especially if it’s a Kansas day, which all of these days happened to be (we lived in the Sunflower State at the time).
Basically, this camp ranks as one of the best summers in my human history simply because of the fact that it ended and I returned home alive without contracting scurvy, dysentery, or Ebola. My most discomforting ailment was that I was sunburnt to a proverbial crisp (and yes, I DO get sunburns in case you were wondering).
In all fairness, when I wasn’t being shunned by the girls and ignored by the boys, attempting to stay out of the direct sunlight, away from the horses, and covered in DEET to ward off the flying canines they had for bugs, trying to make archery look and feel cool, or desperately looking for a safe and semi-clean place to poop, I had an okay time.
I learned a lot about myself and how not cut out for outdoorsyness I truly am, and I also learned that I really don’t give a care about peer pressure (I swear, Mom and Dad, I didn’t sneak out of that cabin even one time. The dark combined with the wildlife and the fact that the dudes really weren’t that into me made it not worth it.).
So, I would like my Dudes to have similar experiences when they are ready.
He says he is ready.
I say I don’t know.
So, what do you say?
Is 10 too young for sleep away camp? What about 20? Fine. 18.
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