Oh, how I remember the lazy days of summer. I remember sleeping in, running through the sprinkler, riding my bike, eating corn on the cob and fresh picked strawberries, country fairs and catching lightning bugs. It was all so relaxing.
Only, now I'm the mom. And now, I've got three sets of eyes fixed on me asking, "What are we going to do today?" Hmm, the word, "relaxing", just melted like a sticky popsicle in the sun. Now, I'm repeating a new phrase for summer, "Come here so I can put sun block on you!" What is it about sunblock that so repells children? It's like I could threaten them with, "Clean up your room or I'm spraying you with sunblock," and they'd clean their room.
Anyway, unlike the Phineas and Ferb song that states, "There's a 104 days of summer vacation," there's actually somewhere around 75 days to do it all. So, I better enjoy all this summertime insanity while I can.
Here's the hot topic: What are your memories of summer vacation? If you have children, do you have a secret countdown until the first day of school?
At least I won't be as busy as these guys:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoV2adaRBWU (Phineas and Ferb Theme Song)
Aw, summertime begins. I have similar memories as you, and I also look back at summer as a time to reconnect with family and friends. As a child with both sets of grandparents living 3+ hours away, summer was a welcome opportunity to visit and be spoiled. :) as an adult summertime now offers more much-need rejuvenation. Enjoy the lightning bugs, fares, fresh strawberries, and those beautiful kids this summer!
ReplyDeleteI remember long days playing at the creek, learning to play tennis, learning to play basketball, riding my bike to Nine Oaks and spending the whole day there. What fun memories thansk fro stirring them up!
ReplyDeleteI don't have a count down for the first day of school (that may change), I am looking foreward to spending quality time with both kids and not having to feel guilty if I do something fun with my little guy while his sister is at school
On the day that school let out, my mom and dad would pick us up from grade school and drive to our beach cabin. To get my brother and I to stop drawing imaginary lines on the hot seats and swinging punches at each other if we crossed over those lines, he would tell us that it was ONLY one hour door-to-door. Later, when I was able to calculate the time behind my own wheel, I found that an hour driving at normal speed, put me in a neighborhood I didn't recognize and still miles from the cabin. We stayed at our beach cabin all summer. I was the only girl, which meant I learned a lot of crude songs and boyish behavior. Great summers!
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