Oh my dear Internets, how thankful you should be that germs are not spread via the information superhighway.
Uh, pardon me for a moment. Don’t mind the honking that is about to ensue.
Okay, I’m back, although the mountain of tissues in my lap continues to grow at an alarming rate.
This time of year always does me in. I’ve been so fortunate this winter with sickness, or lack thereof, but my luck has finally run out. I can’t complain, truthfully. But I’m sure I will.
And also? The family bed thing? I think it’s run its course. Funny thing, we weren’t “family bed people.” Our kids always slept in their cribs. It wasn’t until they moved to regular twin-sized beds that they began to find their way into our room in the middle of the night. At first it was sweet — cuddling with my preschooler in the night and waking up to that cherubic face on my pillow the next morning is sheer bliss. Hold on…
Pardon me. This is really antisocial. I do apologize.
Any-WHO. Hi June. I know you love me.
So where was I? Oh yes. So the magic of the family bed has a way of wearing thin when suddenly there are 4 or 5 bodies attempting to fit onto a queen-sized mattress. I’m just sayin’.
And speaking of nothing remotely to do with summer camps, I feel like such a slacker parent because I never plan out our summer schedule. And while I love the lazy days of summer, and I generally prefer to keep things unstructured, as the kids get older, I feel like they would really benefit from at least one week of summer camp.
I’ve found a gymnastics camp for the girls that won’t break the bank. Now I need to find something sports-related for my son. And then the next task is to convince him that he wants to go. Have I mentioned that my kids are homebodies? Well they are. Which is usually just fine with me. But I’m thinking that I might have to nudge them out of the nest a bit to give myself some time to breathe, or you know, work this summer.
How do you handle the dog days of summer? Do you schedule your kids or do you just fly by the seat of your pants? Discuss.
Meanwhile, I’m going to see about purchasing a few shares of stock in Kleenex. KATCHOO!