It is nearly 10:00 p.m. and my children ages 12, 9, 6 and 4 are still going strong. They just started a movie. Actually, I can't be sure about the 4 year old who is at Grandma's having a sleepover. Thursdays are her days for sleepovers with Grandma.
And what am I doing? I am making popcorn.
Irresponsible parenting? Perhaps. I am pretty sure my husband thinks so. (He is in bed.)
Kevin told me the other day that he doesn't know where I get my crazy ideas of what summer should be. He said that summer is not a three month vacation, it is just a different season. Wow. I felt so sad for that man. When did he become so disenchanted with the nothing-can-be-more-enchanting season/vacation of summer?
Summer is a time for sleeping out in the backyard in a tent with your whole entire family. Summer is for watching movies on the front porch and eating ice cream in the middle of the day (preferably homemade ice cream). It is for eating on paper plates and having hot dogs three times in one week. Summer is taking late night walks to cause trouble in the neighborhood. It is spending the day in your swimming suit, eating popsicles and reading stories under the shade of a big tree. Summer is not even knowing where your shoes are. Summer is night games and roasting marshmallows over a fire and feeling sand under your feet as you walk across the kitchen floor.
And that is the kind of summer that I want my kids to remember. So they are sleeping out in the living room once again and I am counting myself lucky that they really haven't slept in their own beds enough in the past two months to warrant their sheets needing washing.
Tomorrow afternoon we will take a nap. Right after we eat some ice cream.
p.s. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for creating all my enchanting summers. I know you must have been very tired...
And what am I doing? I am making popcorn.
Irresponsible parenting? Perhaps. I am pretty sure my husband thinks so. (He is in bed.)
Kevin told me the other day that he doesn't know where I get my crazy ideas of what summer should be. He said that summer is not a three month vacation, it is just a different season. Wow. I felt so sad for that man. When did he become so disenchanted with the nothing-can-be-more-enchanting season/vacation of summer?
Summer is a time for sleeping out in the backyard in a tent with your whole entire family. Summer is for watching movies on the front porch and eating ice cream in the middle of the day (preferably homemade ice cream). It is for eating on paper plates and having hot dogs three times in one week. Summer is taking late night walks to cause trouble in the neighborhood. It is spending the day in your swimming suit, eating popsicles and reading stories under the shade of a big tree. Summer is not even knowing where your shoes are. Summer is night games and roasting marshmallows over a fire and feeling sand under your feet as you walk across the kitchen floor.
And that is the kind of summer that I want my kids to remember. So they are sleeping out in the living room once again and I am counting myself lucky that they really haven't slept in their own beds enough in the past two months to warrant their sheets needing washing.
Tomorrow afternoon we will take a nap. Right after we eat some ice cream.
p.s. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for creating all my enchanting summers. I know you must have been very tired...