This could be a good thing...or not.
I always begin summer with the best of intentions. We make a huge list of things we'd like to do, but then somewhere along the way, our enamorment--yes, that's not a real word, but if I acknowledge that it's not real then I can use it--wains and we are left on the side of summer's road like a forgotten shoe.
The summers of my childhood were spent doing one thing and one thing only: Swimming. For under a dollar (Geez, how old AM I?), you could swim everyday--aaallll day long. My parents didn't worry about summer camps, enrichment activities, or "together" time. They turned us loose to the pool and we swam all day. In fact, this is still my favorite summertime activity. I'm so hardcore that my kids give me that blank stare that says, "Please woman, make it stop. Not swimming, again."
So, here we are, the first day of actual freedom and a long list of things to do before us.
I love standing on the brink of possibility.
Wish us luck.
What do you do with your kids during the summer?