We’ve slipped into this routine of being late this Summer. And I know it’s going to hurt oh-so-bad when we have to jump head first back into being on time. On a schedule. No dinner at 6:30 or 7. No bed time at 9. I fear lots of headaches in a couple of weeks, for all of us. Up at 7 sharp, in uniform clothes with lunches packed and hair combed and out the door by 7:40.
I’ve let the kids take it SUPER easy this summer. But you know what? That is what my mom used to do. I don’t recall doing any studying or school related work while off for Summer vacation. We went to the pool and on vacation and we stayed up late, even got to watch The Tonight Show a few times. And while visiting at my Grandma’s, the house was so small and hot that it was just best for us all to go to bed at the same time… life was easy. I guess I figure it should be that way for my kids. They ARE only kids once.
Am I slacker? Are they? I don’t know. I just know that we are having a pretty fun Summer and my kids are mostly happy. Honestly, that’s all I really want for them.
Plus school starts soon enough (even three days a week for K!) and they’ll have learning and homework every day and week and in the evening I’ll be siting beside them with pencil and paper in hand…
p.s. The B Man has been charged with memorizing his multiplication tables before school starts and he is almost there… so see, we’ve done something… ahem.
p.p.s. OH! And my boys did have a lemonade stand while at my parents’ house (thanks Grandma for ALL the supplies) so that they could earn money for Legos (they even had a cute waitress). See? They’re kinda goal-oriented and enterprising!
p.p.p.s The final profit was $17 or so after I gave $1, my parents gave $2, the next door neighbors gave $2, some stranger gave $3 and a neighborhood friend gave $5. Okay, I know that doesn’t compute, but somehow they ended up with that much. Whatever works.
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