Thursday, June 21, 2007

Summer Lovin'...or not

How do you know that it’s summer at your house? That’s the question that my friend and fellow blogger Paige was asking in her post today. Her list was jovial and non-judgmental; something about lots of macaroni and cheese and playdates after 8pm. She spun a rather positive twist, because that’s the kind of person that Paige is. She’s one of those fun moms who plans parties and smiles all the time; not in a Stepford kind of way, just in a “hey, it’s Wednesday and I think we should plan a block party!” kind of way. I admire that in people, because that kind of perspective tends to be a little foreign to me.

Optimism. Seems like a good idea if it weren’t so much work.

The one thing I do have going for me is that I don’t tend to take a break from things like Math over the summer. For example, I’ve done some minor calculations and figured out that over the next three months there are approximately 396.5 hours that I would have otherwise had to myself that I am now sharing with two little people who I swear, if I took them to the circus, the beach, the zoo, and flew them back and forth to Disneyland all in the same day would arrive home and ask, “Now can we play with friends?” And since my alone time doesn’t show up until around 10:00 pm, I end up winding down with whatever movies are on TBS until around 1:00am and proceed to sleep in until nine. (That little whippersnapper on Home Alone 3 is a real character by the way.) Despite my mathematical prowess, I’ve simply lost count of the hours I’ve spent playing Solitaire which has proven to be a rather effective coping mechanism when trying to avoid things like bathing and feeding the children.

Not to worry. I've got a fun game planned for tomorrow called "Help Peel Mom Off The Ceiling." And if that doesn't help, maybe next Wednesday I’ll plan a block party.

3 comments:

super fun Paige said...

Wow, thanks for the complement, my friend. Too bad you don't live in my neighborhood. I'd invite you over to the neighborhood party I'm planning next Wednesday, and your kids could play with my kids--you know, play with friends? Now, so that you don't think I'm all fun and Kool-aid, I told my kids the other day, "everyone call a friend, NOW! And no, they can't come and play here; find a friend who you can play with at their house!"

Anonymous said...

396.5 hours not to yourself for the next 2 1/2 months. Cry me a river. I haven't had 3.965 hours to myself in YEARS. Poor, poor Kristy...
(You knew there was no way I wasn't going to comment on THAT one!)
Ganelle

JustRandi said...

And I thought I must be the only mom counting down hours this summer. Solidarity, girlfriend.