Summer lovin
There's just something about this season that takes the OCD right out of a person. You find yourself doing things you'd just never do any other time of year. Or maybe not doing things you'd most definitely do at other times.
Here's some of what sets summer apart for us:
Schedule
Er, what schedule? No school, no Awana, maybe a couple of basketball games here and there. Wake up whenever you wake up. Just please not with the sun. Please.
What time is dinner? I don't know. Five? Nine? Sometime. Whenever we get to it. And, just so you know, we might just eat fruit. And crackers. And popsicles. Seriously, it's too hot to cook.
Bedtime officially occurs at whatever time in the evening that Mama declares she's had enough of the day. Could be 10:00. Could be 4:30. Just kidding. Well, kind of. No, there is no level of excitement quite like that of two boys who have the privelege of descending to the man cave with their daddy for the night.
Grooming
I have trouble keeping up with laundry. It's a mad mad combo of probably not having enough play wear for the boys, and their tendency to get very, very dirty outside. Oh, and the fact that they're boys and most often smell like feet.
So, if you drive by our home in summer, you may very well see two little fellas romping around the yard in their underwear. Or less. And if you do, it's because every piece of clothing they have was reeking so bad the paint started to peel, so they're all in the wash. Don't judge. Or you can, it's summer, I don't care.
The concept of washing bodies is a loose one, for Trey and Aden anyway. Sometimes the pool takes care of this. Sometimes baby wipes. If it gets bad enough, we'll toss them in the tub. We have a shallow well, which makes it perfectly fine to seek out alternatives to bathing. Don't worry, everyone gets a good scrubbing before church on Sunday.
Home maintenance
The house only gets cleaned in the summer because Brandon gets an itch when he's at home for any extended length of time. If it were me, we'd just hold off until the grass and garden stopped growing, sometime in October. There is just no way to stop grass shavings and caked mud from coming in the kitchen door. So I just embrace it.
It is when we get to spend time outside, forced to look at our home, that we decide we really ought to, you know, try and keep it up well. So in a short while we will embark upon a 3-day outdoor overhaul to make it look like folks actually live here. Bye-bye, half-trees!!
Summer is also when poor Brandon tries to tackle a year's worth of to-do household-type list items, since he has no time to work on them during the school year. The list is loooong this year. He's counting the days til the boys are big enough that I start giving them his to-do's.
So that's a little bit of our life right now. And many of the reasons we love summer. Or, at least I love summer. You know, except for stuff like suffocating humidity, having more mosquito bites than normal skin, the daily tick-hunt, and the ginormo snake that hissed at me while I was dumping weeds the other day. Ugh. Yeah, we won't think about those.
Happy summer!
Here's some of what sets summer apart for us:
Schedule
Er, what schedule? No school, no Awana, maybe a couple of basketball games here and there. Wake up whenever you wake up. Just please not with the sun. Please.
What time is dinner? I don't know. Five? Nine? Sometime. Whenever we get to it. And, just so you know, we might just eat fruit. And crackers. And popsicles. Seriously, it's too hot to cook.
Bedtime officially occurs at whatever time in the evening that Mama declares she's had enough of the day. Could be 10:00. Could be 4:30. Just kidding. Well, kind of. No, there is no level of excitement quite like that of two boys who have the privelege of descending to the man cave with their daddy for the night.
Grooming
I have trouble keeping up with laundry. It's a mad mad combo of probably not having enough play wear for the boys, and their tendency to get very, very dirty outside. Oh, and the fact that they're boys and most often smell like feet.
So, if you drive by our home in summer, you may very well see two little fellas romping around the yard in their underwear. Or less. And if you do, it's because every piece of clothing they have was reeking so bad the paint started to peel, so they're all in the wash. Don't judge. Or you can, it's summer, I don't care.
The concept of washing bodies is a loose one, for Trey and Aden anyway. Sometimes the pool takes care of this. Sometimes baby wipes. If it gets bad enough, we'll toss them in the tub. We have a shallow well, which makes it perfectly fine to seek out alternatives to bathing. Don't worry, everyone gets a good scrubbing before church on Sunday.
Home maintenance
The house only gets cleaned in the summer because Brandon gets an itch when he's at home for any extended length of time. If it were me, we'd just hold off until the grass and garden stopped growing, sometime in October. There is just no way to stop grass shavings and caked mud from coming in the kitchen door. So I just embrace it.
It is when we get to spend time outside, forced to look at our home, that we decide we really ought to, you know, try and keep it up well. So in a short while we will embark upon a 3-day outdoor overhaul to make it look like folks actually live here. Bye-bye, half-trees!!
Summer is also when poor Brandon tries to tackle a year's worth of to-do household-type list items, since he has no time to work on them during the school year. The list is loooong this year. He's counting the days til the boys are big enough that I start giving them his to-do's.
So that's a little bit of our life right now. And many of the reasons we love summer. Or, at least I love summer. You know, except for stuff like suffocating humidity, having more mosquito bites than normal skin, the daily tick-hunt, and the ginormo snake that hissed at me while I was dumping weeds the other day. Ugh. Yeah, we won't think about those.
Happy summer!
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