I like the term summer vacation. I have not had one but I certainly like the concept. As I stated earlier, I am working my booty off...scratch that..I just checked and my booty is still very much there. Sigh.
So, my older 2 kids decided to spend some time with my parents. Admittedly, I don't have much in common with my parents as we are just different people. However, the kids like having my mother cook several meals a day for them. Me? I tell them the fruit is on the counter and I will make them a PB& J in a minute. I don't deep fry the PB&J and slather it with Nutella, but that is a recipe Paula Deen could get behind. She could call it the European Elvis sandwich if a banana was added.
When I picked up the kids this weekend, I couldn't help but notice how they frolicked in the 100 plus degree heat under a scorching sun. If I suggested being outside shade free at home, they would have told me I was crazy. The week had been a huge success because there was a trip to Putt Putt and they discovered country fried steak. One thing remained the same..my mother still starts talking about me before I leave the room. I just tell her to "please hold off saying things about me until I leave the room." This is an entirely different, albeit hilarious blog post, but I am not going there-yet.
So, summer is half way over. I remember when I was a kid I couldn't wait for summer so I could sleep later and do things on my own time. My kids? They certainly don't sleep later and if you mean not listening to me then they still do things on their own time. But they are funny, so I will keep them!
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