Next week I will endure begin my 7th summer break as a mother. I’m both really anxious (this will be the first summer following the first year all of my children were in school all day) and freakishly excited (I am SO done with school and so very ready to be summering). If nothing else I know what it takes to make a memorable summer.
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
Wouldn’t it just figure that now that summer is more than half way over, we are finally starting to have a good time? That camping trip I was moaning about a while back is about to happen (this Saturday actually and it’s scheduled to be the hottest day of the year with a thunderstorm thrown in; sounds spectacular, right?!). The Dudes and Dumb Dad have
One week. That’s all we have left of this school year, people. It’s insane how fast it’s gone. I have to admit that we are a terrible end of the school year family. Because we are done. All the way. Completely and totally. Done. And we have been for a week or so already. I pretty much gave up checking their folders some time last
Growing up, summer was always such an easy, carefree time. No school. No homework. No reason to really even bother combing the ugly outta my hair in the morning. Such a fun time. I remember going on adventures in my backyard as a kid during the summer; peering through a hole in my fence into my neighbor’s yard as they splashed around in their gorgeous