This is our last week of summer vacation.
And really, my summer vacation is pretty much all the way to the finish line of OVER, because I have back-to-school meetings and CPR training and Meet-The-Teachers Night with a school picnic chaser this week. Basically, TODAY was my last day of summer break, because Tuesday through Friday, I’ll be refreshing myself on chest compressions and how to clean up nosebleeds, and sitting around a lunchroom table with tiny stools, trying to hash out a working schedule for THESE KIDS GO TO PE AT 11:00, WHILE THESE KIDS ARE IN ART, and then WHO IS GOING TO TAKE THIS RECESS DUTY AT 1:45, and CAN YOU PICK THESE KIDS UP FROM MUSIC, BECAUSE THEY GO STRAIGHT FROM SINGING TO YOUR GYM CLASS.
Today was one of those days when I woke up and pretty much knew in the depths of my heart that absolutely nothing substantial was going to get done around the house. I had no ambition to do anything except sit on our deck in the sunshine and read a book. I didn’t even wash my hair today, as I prepared to be a sloth early on. My hair ended up being a messy bun that was held together with a whole lot of dry shampoo, hairspray and broken dreams.
And then I changed the sheets on our bed, did a load of laundry, watered flowers, cleaned out the fridge, scrubbed the kitchen down, and got an entire, heaping cartload of groceries, while I was adorned with A FULL HEAD OF BAD HAIR, because we were down to ketchup and mustard in the refrigerator, along with an overripe tomato.
Without groceries, it would’ve been low-carb, meat-free hamburgers for dinner tonight, as we squirted condiments on bruised slices of a single tomato. The upswing to that, though, would’ve been NO DISHES TO CLEAN UP.
But… back when summer was a little more in full swing without the first day of school breathing like a rabid badger down the backs of our necks (which was a couple of weeks ago), Thing 2 and I hopped over to a friend’s house for some pool time.
The pool time basically involved the kids playing in the swimming pool, while my friend and I sat in lawn chairs, playing lifeguards and sipping red Kool-Aide.
Real, live, bright-red Kool-Aide.
I hadn’t been blessed with a glass of the stuff in DECADES, until my beloved friend whipped it out, over ice, and lo! The unhurried, lazy days of my childhood summers on a banana bike suddenly popped right back up on me.
I grew up on Little House on the Prairie and red Kool-Aide.
Of course I took a few snapshots of Thing 2 splashing around in the pool, because WHY WOULDN’T I?
As in, without an attentive lifeguard on duty, Thing 2 may have drank the entire pool through the snorkel and needed CPR.
(Thankfully, my CPR certificate is still legitimate and not expired, but it’ll be good to refresh that this week in a nice, six-hour workshop.)
… and rolled around in their sandbox.
In other words, half of their sandbox came home with us in my Suburban.
And THAT, along with a cold glass of red Kool-Aide, is really what summer break is all about.