I'll be honest, I wasn't looking forward to summer. I've never been a fan. The heat gives me migraines, not to mention rashes and bacne but beyond the superficial obvious, I only just recently mastered the art of time/life/family/work management and was worried this summer business might just fuck it all up.
I had a routine. We all did. A routine that looked a little something like this.
Archer = School Monday- Fridays 8:30-2:30 (all other hours with me.)
Fable = Mommy alone time: Monday & Tuesday 8:30-2:30. Francisca (our part-time nanny, full-time hero) time: Wednesday, Thursday, Friday 9:30-2:30pm
Me = Take Archer to school in the mornings. Spend Monday & Tuesday with Fable. Wednesday, Thursday & Friday with work. Pick Archer up from school every day at 2:30 and spend afternoons with kids. Go back to work after kids are asleep.
This schedule has been a win for everyone involved. Fable and I get alone time two days a week - go to music class, have playdates, take walks around the 'hood... and every day I get to pick Archer up from school. Some days we have after-school activities. Other days, we just come home and hang here, and every now and then, Francisca stays later and I take Archer out for ice cream or some such other after-school treat. Tre fab.
And even though our new summer schedule wouldn't be SO different, I was still a litte "eh" on the prospect of changing up what we had going on for the last two-years because schedules are delicate things for families. Oh, yes.
The only thing that's changed, of course are our Mondays and Tuesdays which now include Archer home with us and HOLYSHIT has it been fun. Sure, we've had our moments of OMGNOOOOOOO... markers on faces and fighting over books and "Mommy! Fable broke my Lego castle!" and etcetcetctectetcdshajdh. But most of the time? It's been a total funfest of awesome.
Between having a backyard and (for the first time in ten years) central air-conditioning (we had a heat wave last weekend well into the 100s. Brutal.) this summer has been totally lovely. There's magic, here. In this house. I really do think so. And where, last summer I spent every day schlepping the kids from one activity to the next, museums and parks and indoor playspaces OH MY, this summer we've spent all our time at the house - playing games and coloring pictures and sprawling all over the floor in piles of blankets and broken toys and doing... well... I honestly have no idea.


Every day Hal comes home from work and is like, "what did you crazy kids get into today?" and I'm like... "Uh... Archer? What did we do today?" And Archer's like, "Uh... Four plus three equals seven. I ate all my strawberries."
Besides swimming lessons, we've dropped out of all afterschool acivities. Tae Kwon Do was fun for a minute but became too far a drive when the teacher moved his class. And music class, er, I mean, "school"...? Was a nightmare of parental crazies. (I will post about this later on because WHOA do I have so much to say about "prestigious music schools for children." At least, one particular "prestigious music school" Whoa, whoawhoawhoa.)
In the past I've been very concerned with making memories - wanting for my kids what I had as a child. Magic and adventure and the marvelous mayhem of a life amused. But ever since we moved into our new place, I've sort of just... whatever'd when it comes to making sure our days are spent DOING! DOING! GOING! GO!
As it turns out? The best part about summer has been THIS. This house with its space and yard and happy vibes. Where last summer after school was about "killing time" before bed. This summer? After school has become special. So have our free days of free play and bubbles in the backyard and Archer's fresh-squeezed orange-juice and four plus three equals seven.
Lesson of the month? Doing nothing can be the very best kind of something.


Happy summer, all!
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