Summer 2010, the Slip ‘N Slide Edition
Originally posted July 2009 – Updated for this summer
It’s the last full week of school for my girls and I’ve already caught myself getting weepy more than once as they empty their backpacks of miscellaneous tokens from kindergarten and 3rd grade—photographs, locker name plates, artwork.
I’m looking forward to letting them sleep in and having less harried mornings. I’m looking forward to popsicles, catching fireflies, and even washing sunshine tinged with chlorine scented beach towels.
There are some things, however, I’m not looking forward to because summer also brings with it humidity and ginormous mosquitos with a side of “I’m bored” and “Are we there yet?”
Here are some of the lies I tell myself about summer vacation.
The lawn mullet look is so in for landscaping—business in the front and party in the back.
It’s OK if the girls stay up until 10 because they’ll sleep in the next day.
When the girls say “I’m bored” for the 800th time it’s just a testament to their determination.
The spider veins on my thighs are signs of a life well-lived.
Tankinis are sexy.
I totally look like that 29-year-old mom in the bikini if I suck in my stomach and don’t breathe!
Popsicles are acceptable before 11 a.m., but not before 9 a.m. unless they are fruit flavored.
The girls need one more pair of cute flip flops. And so do I.
The girls are getting all the summer enrichment they need from watching Sponge Bob and hanging out with my 77-year-old dad when he buys lottery tickets at the convenient mart.
Swatting mosquitos burns off all the margaritas I’ll be drinking.
White legs are in!
But the lie I tell myself that really hurts?
I don’t mind being a working mom in the summer.
The reality is I often daydream of being home with them all summer and having relatively lazy, unscheduled days. That is, until they start arguing. Then I’m kind of OK with the peace and solitude my office offers.
What lies are you telling yourself this summer?