Three weeks into our summer vacation, things are going pretty smoothly and by that I mean, at the end of the day, we're all feeling a bit tired (in a good way) not to mention, sun-kissed and slightly pool-drunk from one too many belly flops.
Of course, I meant to do that and yes…IT HURTS…like a son of monkey's uncle, riding on my back, along with the rest of his family and a couple of his monkey-like friends, while singing, "It's hard out here for a chimp, like me," too.
[sound of crickets, chirping]
Sorry, clearly I'm finding it increasingly challenging, as the social director, here at Camp This Full House, year after year and, well, now that my kids are older?
"So-and-So invited me to the pool club…What's-Her-Name invited me to lunch…I got a job interview, this afternoon…"
It's really not so bad.
"Aaaaand I'm taking the car!"
Really, it's not.
"Wait, what about me?"
Unless, you happen to be the youngest camper.
"Well, you can have a friend over."
Aaaaand, all of your friends happen to be out or having fun, you know, someplace else.
[heavy sigh]
"Sorry, give me a few minutes and we'll do something, together, okay?"
Honestly, the poor kid's heard me say it enough times, I'm actually thinking about putting it on a t-shirt.
"That's what you ALWAYS say."
See what I mean?
"Hey mom, LOOK!"
Long story, short (I know, too late, still) I looked up to see this coming right at me, a few minutes later:
LESSON LEARNED: NO…I don't have very good balance…okay, NEVER have…YES…it would be nice to be able to multi-task, with such grace and cuteness, like that…and NO…I don't know where the heck she gets it from, either, DAGNABIT!!!
Now, if you'll excuse me, the pool is calling and then Triple-Tasking Girl and I are going out for an iced mocha…after Holly gets home with the car, first…of course!
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