As Eddie Vedder once sang so elegantly;
I’M STILL ALIVE!
Did I fall down a well? Have surgery? Get into a accident? Get attacked by a hungry bear? NO.
I survived the first week of summer break!
Hopefully I’m not jumping the gun here, because technically I still have 12 more hours to go – but I’m hoping that I make it without any major incidents. The way the week has gone, it’s a toss up really, but if I hunker down, and play it safe, I should make it out of the first week of summer break unscathed.
Will I be so lucky the rest of he summer? We shall see.
Okay, so I’m a bad parent. Why? Because I hate summer break. Hey, I’m all for kids taking breaks throughout the summer, but they could do it a bit more sensibility. Seriously, most stay at home parents with other kids at home simply can’t take two straight months off of one of their other kids being thrown into the mix. I can barely keep it together as it is through the school year with two kids at home, but now I have to add another one of my kids into my schedule from hell? Gee thanks.
Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with the family. If my wife was home with me during the day – summers would rock. But as it is she only gets a few weeks a year of vacation, so most of the summer can get a little rough. When we do manage to get away for a family vacation, it’s a dream come true, well for me anyway. This summer for instance, we are going to the beach, and so, if I accidentally wander off down the never ending sand with my fishing pole for 8 hours a day, I wouldn’t be entirely too upset. We’ll just call that my summer break. From everyone.
And our activities at home? The pool. But here in the Atlanta area it’s so hot during the long summer days, you can’t even get into the pool until around 5 P.M or you will end up looking like a piece of bacon. And not the good bacon, I mean like the bacon they use at Burger King that sits under a heat lamp for 8 hours a day. Can’t go to the park – same problem. It gets so hot here you can barely breathe from the humidity in the summer months, so you are basically sitting in the air conditioning waiting for the sun to give a little mercy. So that basically leaves me in the house with the kids refereeing them as they play their favorite game; annoying the hell out of each other.
Again, before I get hate mail and hateful comments under this post, I love my kids like nothing else in this world, but the thing I love second?
7 Hours of Free childcare, Monday Through Friday.
That alone saves me a ton of money on therapy sessions and liquor store purchases. So, in closing, before the kids start dragging me through the house like a rag doll, I only have one thing left to say: