It has finally happened. The end of my vacation. School is closed. Teachers are busy celebrating their new found freedom and I am not sure what to do? I already did the math: 11+31+31+2=75 days until school starts again. I have 75 days to spend with my four children. I will try to look on the bright side, I can sleep in. In fact, today I slept until 8:00 a.m. Amazingly, my seven-year-old who could barely manage to get out of bed by 7:00 a.m. to leave the house for school at 7:25 a.m. woke up at 6:15 a.m. I kindly told her it was too early for breakfast. Then she pointed out the bright sun shining through the vertical blinds in my bedroom and I wondered what happened to the good old "Southern Californian June Gloom?" I then used this as an opportunity to establish my first summer law, that breakfast would not be served before 8:00 a.m., because of course I need every excuse to shorten the length of my 75 days of summer vacation with my children. My summer hours of operation will be between 8 a.m. and 8:00 p.m. Sounds fair to me. 12*75= 900 hours of mom on the job. I need the other 900 hours for myself. Am I being selfish? Maybe, but if business hours are from 9 to 5, then I am working four hours of overtime and I don't even get paid with the exception of a few "thank yous" and "your welcomes" (from my two-year-old son, who skips right over "thank you" to "your welcome.")
Just so you know, I am in for a long summer. My seven-year-old has already informed me that she is bored and she can't stand her life. She keeps whining, "Mom, what am I supposed to do? My friends are all busy and I am B-O-R-E-D." No not the dreaded word- B-O-R-E-D. What am I supposed to do? Start counting. Only 75 more days to go......
1 comment:
In Ireland, they tell their kids to "Go play in the road."
Uberchik
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