I’ve got the minivan parked in the shade while my youngest kid takes an unexpected nap in the backseat. I’m blogging this from my phone. We are on our way to a “welcome” thing at his new school and his eyes might have actually closed before we left the driveway. Who knows? It’s the last day of summer.
Exhaustion isn’t a badge of pride around here. We’re all about good sleep. 10:30pm is not a time I see very often. I’ll try almost anything to get better rest. But in the summer, when my sleep is the worst anyway, the rules are off for everyone around here.
Most of the year my routine is rigid and predictable. And that trickles down to the two kids who have been eating ice cream almost everyday for the past three weeks. We went camping, twice. Drove to Maine and back. Visited two different fairs. Rode a train. Took in a minor league baseball game. Got ferried out to an island and back. Experimented with half day camps and grandparents instead of camps. Watched Olympics (live!) during breakfast. Maybe we even had covid somewhere in there, since everyone else did (but all our tests were negative).
It was great, but it was a lot. Some people thrive on this much activity, and maybe I used to. But I’m ready for boredom. Or at least, a tiny slice of predictable silence.
Here are some photos from summer 2024.
Ok now bring on fall 🍂