Part of modern parenting is the pressure to create and/or partake in constant fun activities with your kids. This is exacerbated by Curated Parenting! (brought to you by social media). The extent to which that pressure affects each parent is individual, of course.
But I do wonder from time to time: what and to what extent am I supposed to be activity director for my children, to what extent should we let them be bored (read: tear the house to pieces), to what extent do we let them just veg and watch television, especially if a part of their day is them fully engaged in camp/learning activities? Continue reading Surviving Summer Funtimes: Week the Fourth
The weather much of the past week was a horrible cross between science experiment and cruel joke. The air was warm and pudding-thick, testing my deodorant, the sticking power of my SPF (huge, drippy fail as far as my eyeballs are concerned), and the boundaries of my hair. On the Fourth of July, I applied for an emergency follicular zoning permit.
If you were in the northern hemisphere on the planet Earth this past week, you know what I’m talking about. Continue reading Surviving Summer Funtimes: Week the Third
The first in a series of posts that are supposed to be weekly but probably won't be because it's summer break and I will ddefinitely be incapacitated by ALL THE FUN within a few days. To both record the summer fun and to be considered fun at parties that I'm not invited to, I will share with you weekly notes about my family's dangdongdarnit summer funtimes. Short notes, though, because I am too busy making sweet summer funtimes to have much time do anything like hide in my office and write while they knock at the door and wail plaintively. In fact I would assume that the Funtimes will be so time consuming that by early July, these entries will be but two words.
We’ve been on summer break for almost 25 hours now, and I’m calling it — I am the best mother ever and my children will have the most unbelievably perfect summer since the invention of the Snoopy Sno-Cone Machine.
Today, the first full day of vacation, I woke the kids up early because the boys had an early dentist appointment to have their first “getting braces” prep, which for one of them involved getting a tooth pulled. He will be spending the rest of the day jamming wads of gauze into the bloody gap in his mouth.
I think the only one having a better day today is Paul Manafort.
Stay tuned to find out what next week will bring, which most likely will be my kids expressing an intense desire to live in a place with year-round schooling.