Every summer should have its own theme song.
This one's ours.
It speaks to me. It says: "Happy. Summery. Really, really lazy. You should sleep in. And eat that 3rd donut. Now scratch your butt."
That's what it says.
So, let me tell you a little bit about our summer, if ya don't mind. 'Cause we've got a list of crap. And we mean business.
First things first,
I'm making my boys take "Cooking Class!". So how's it going?
It's mildly catastrophic. I do my best to keep calm, I grit my teeth, and I have a wipe rag ready. Anywho, I like to regale my boys with stories of kids who went off to college or a mission and could barely make themselves a sandwich. And "that's why we're cooking ramen today, kids."
We started at breakfast, and we're working our way up to dessert. It's a wonderful practice in patience. Try it.
There is nothing to say about this, except that it was caramel/hot fudge/ toasted almond ice cream delicious.
Come with us next time, won't you?
Kids haven't gotten to bed before 10 p.m., in like, eons. 10 p.m. is like 1:00 a.m. for adults in our house.
Have we discussed Jeffro's pancake eating habits? He likes a stack. A very manly stack.
It's an art, how he does it. Lifts up each and every flapjack, swirls on the maple, stacks another. . .
he's an arteeste.
Oh yeah--- and then there was that time we went to the drive in movie. Heh, heh--
pull out your car's seat. Strap yourself in. Make yourself at home.
Because you are gonna finally pull outta this place at 2:00 a.m., all your kids are gonna be wailing from exhaustion, and you just overdosed on licorice, reeses pieces, and cheesepuffs.
"But it tasted so good going down. . ."
Good grief-- am I saying we're throwing caution to the wind this summer?
Yes. No. Maybe.
If I said these s'mores were after the ice cream cones, but before the cupcakes, would you hold it against me?
I kidd. There were no cupcakes. In that 6 hour period. . .
Sigh. If you don't love summer, perhaps it's 'cause you love winter. And if that's the case, help a girl out and let me in on the secret. I need it.
And p.s., I told the kids they didn't have to go back to school-- we could continue these shenanigans as long as we wanted. I was informed, that while they do like me 'n all, they like school, too.
I'm gonna walk that one off.