Yeah, I haven't written much in the past two, three, weeks or months. I apologize. Summer is my season of reduced space. Everyone is home. Everyone needs something. People I have given birth to need feeding, picking up aftering and entertaining. Usually I attempt to not do any of the three in an effort to learn them those skills for their own good and what results is constant requests for all of them with constant refusals on my part.
No, you may not eat just the yellow and red popsicles and leave all the green ones.
No, you may not watch more than twelve hours of cat videos on YouTube at a time.
No, you may not play with the kid that keeps pushing you off your scooter, keeping your knees in a constant scabby or bleeding state.
No, you can't go to the community pool at 6 AM, which is way before I plan on being awake.
No, you can't build a Rube Goldberg machine on your brother's bed out of all my tupperware containers, dried pasta and masking tape.
No, you can't stay in the shower that long.
No, you can't read Fifty Shades of Grey. I'm not even going to read that crap. Who told you about that anyway?
By the end of the day, when they've finally consented to sleep, the mental capacity it takes to tap more than a sentence or two is gone. By the end of summer vacation I've had all the vacation I can take.
Today is the first day of school. Today I get to clear out all that claustrophobia. I get to enjoy sitting in my backyard, the hummingbirds dive bombing at my head, drink my coffee, and not hear one single neighborhood child scream until 3 PM.
I'm gonna go buy me a Happy Meal!
Monday, August 27, 2012
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