Summer Vacation: Day One
May 1st, 2008Yesterday I plucked my poor son out of his school. We stormed out of the door declaring that the fence gate would not hit us on the way out in our bottoms. Alas, this storming may have looked a lot more like sniffling and cupcake eating — but it was storming nonetheless.
Now, normal people who have a rising kindergartener might have let them attend a summer of pre-school up until school started in the fall. However, never let it be said that we are normal. Faced with a summer of travel, a delusional mother, and well, the desire to save some pennies; we decided to end Duke’s time at pre-school and bring him home to hang out with me for the summer.
A note on the delusional mother part: When we hatched this plan in January, I had visions of a summer filled with lessons at the kitchen table, wading through muddy streams, hunting bugs together, building forts with sugar cubes — you know the basic summer fun things. Well, then time kept moving and I made exactly NO plans for the summer of fun in Snarkville. I want the summer to be a summer for Duke and I to really enjoy the time together; but I can’t fill every second with the most exciting things in the world — because frankly, I’m not that much fun and have the need to do things like clean up, laundry, and well, eat.
Back to day one — as of the writing of this our day began a full hour earlier than any school day this week. We have been to the store to pick up needed packing tape and muffins (what? You think that’s an odd combination? Does it help to know I bought them at the same store?). I stepped in something (made from a furry animal in this house) that I can not bring myself to face the shoes yet. I spilled coffee down my leg (this was my second cup of the day). Duke has ‘cleaned’ up his room and one load of laundry made it into the washer. I declare the day a success.
I have no idea what the afternoon holds for us, since I have no idea where there is a muddy stream to wander in barefooted. I have no desire to hunt for bugs. I’m wondering how to talk him into a nap, which is doubtful. And as far as what I’m going to feed him for dinner, who knows — it may be leftover cupcakes.
Upshot, the first few hours are going well — as long as you don’t look at my right leg.