School's out next week. As I listen to my 800th rendition of the Weird Al Yankovic CD, this thought scares me. Soon, my four children will go outside, play basketball for five minutes and be in to say, "I'm bored." One at a time, naturally. "Can we go swimming?" Wait....five minutes, kid number two appears, "Mom, can we go swimming?" Etc.
It will come to the point where I want to abolish the word mom
from the English language.
Here's the thing, I will give them all morning, we will play cards, basketball, they'll go with me to get coffee and get a fun snack and ten minutes later, "I'm bored."
Well, I never signed on to be your daily entertainment. I don't remember ever being in the house when I was a kid. What happened? I think the world just moves so much faster than it did when I was a kid. Man, we spent the day, yes the day, singing along to the Grease album and pretending we were Sandra Dee. Maybe my kids are just smarter than I was. Hmmm.
The thought of writing through this summer is a bit daunting. But I am starting on Tuesday and while I don't have a name for the project, I do have the character. This weekend is my Seattle trip where a girlfriend and I go play and have our moments of peace before summer peels through the air. And may I just add, I have the best kids in the entire world, and wouldn't change a thing!