The best thing about summer is having time to hang out with the kids.
Watching them both jump into the pool for group swim lessons yesterday was a beautiful sight. Something we've struggled a long time and paid a lot of money to achieve. Their new confidence in the water filled me up and almost made me cry.
We've churned a lot of ice cream and played way too many games of Uno. There is no homework about which I have to nag and no setting my alarm in the morning. I wake up when Fruit Bat strides into my room, his eyes bright and rested.
The worst thing about summer is having time to hang out with the kids.
I crave some sort of structure. Which I usually rail against. But with kids, at least a modicum of it is necessary.
They are awake until 9:30 every night. They want my attention all. the. time. I don't have much space in which to write. I have to take them with me to the grocery store, which is almost comical in its chaotic misery. Please mom I want this and this and let's get that over there and can we go look at those and I'm just going to stand right here obliviously while people try to push their cart around me.
But still, flip flops and iced coffee and cold beer drunk in the setting sun.
It's mostly good.