My older daughter just finished four weeks of day camp. She loved it. I found it stressful because of how it disrupted her sister’s naps. But at least I wasn’t double-teamed all day every day.
Camp’s over. It’s full-on summer vacation time. From now until after Labor Day. Lord, help me.
You grew up living for summer vacation. Then you got a job, and vacation was just as big a deal. Then you had kids, and summer vacation was… well, it was time away from work anyway.
Unless taking care of the kids is your work. Then “vacation” means overtime. Every day.
I’m looking at seven weeks of extreme overtime. Maybe I’ll finally lose that sticky five pounds I picked up over winter. What I won’t do, however, is find time to churn out a bunch of words here twice a week.
Luckily I’ve got a stack of parenting-related cartoons I can slap up here instead. Which means easy breezy summer reading for you! And less insanity for me. Thank you for understanding.
Have a great summer vacation. And if you need any help getting your beach body back, why not join us on the playground for a few days. The kids and I will whip you right into shape. Of course, then you’ll really need the vacation.