You know when you have so many things to do, you don’t know where to start? And so you do the one thing that must be done now and get it off your list, and think damn, I’m good! And then you stare at your list of many other things, and decide, well, none of these are super urgent. So you try to prioritize and since they are all of the same priority and same time frame, you’re just stuck with choosing randomly. And you decide to do a blog post instead during your lunch break.
You decide that it would be better to throw your 8 year old a slumber party for her closest friends instead of one big party with a jumper for the whole second grade class. Problem. Her birthday falls after school lets out. And invitations get lost in the whole take everything you own home process at the end of the school year. Out of 7 girls invited, only 2 rsvp’s. Then one gets sick. The one remaining girl shows up. But her foreign born parents didn’t realize the concept of a sleepover, so she comes for dinner, cake and basically a play date. They decorate a pillowcase and she takes it home. A favor that now makes no sense since she didn’t sleep over. You serve the cute sleepover cupcakes that you slaved over but they taste great, so who cares? You all decide it worked out for the best and take your kid out on another day for a mommy/me breakfast and mani/pedi date. You decide to plan for next year’s slumber party a full month ahead of her birthday. Summer birthdays are rough.
You get a call that your kids may have been exposed to lice. You freak out and google the hell out of lice treatments. You curse yourself for not buying more Tea Tree Oil Wen when you ran out. You call your mom to come help and everyone gets a thorough comb through and a trim. You still haven’t stopped itching and you never want your kids to go anywhere again. You add tea tree oil to all the shampoos and conditioners in the house. (you just scratched your head, didn’t you?)
You get an awesome opportunity to go to BlogHer and you are so glad you went even though two days before your flight the familiar pain shows up and you’re downing water and pain killers. The last thing you wanted to pack with you to San Jose was a kidney stone. But you made a commitment and you’ve done this before. Why your kidney stones coincide with travel all the damn time is just a freaky coincidence, after all. But all the walking, and hydrating, and who knows what magic happened, but two days in, the stone is gone! You wave good bye and celebrate with pink moscato as you should.
You look up and you realize it’s August and you still haven’t done anything of noteworthy fun with the kids and you feel bad about that. So, you start researching trips and excursions and realize you don’t have a supply of funds for anything that you really want to do. But you have two weeks to do something. Anything. So that when your kids go back to school and they have to write an essay about their summer vacation, they have more to say than they watched movies on netflix and got a few manicures.
So, how’s your summer gone?