I have a confession. We have had a visitor for the past two weeks and I have been feeling loads of resentment by his early arrival. He wasn't supposed to be here until June. It's like he just came in and invaded my whole world. House. Yard. Car. (Pretty sad to admit that is my whole world- house, yard, car. Small world.)
But, in the past couple of days, we have had a little relief from him as he has taken a short vacation away from us. I expect him to return in the next couple of days- with all his baggage- and I have decided to embrace him. Because, when he returns, it means that I will have to accept that summer is here. It means I have my kids all to myself for TWO WHOLE MONTHS!!! And I love having my kids close.
So, when that triple digit temperature man returns, I will accept that he is here to stay. And we will swim. And eat popsicles. And sit in front of the fan. And crank the a/c in the car to MAX. And drink cold, cold drinks. ALL THE TIME.
And perhaps we will watch a few movies. And color. And blow bubbles. And turn on the sprinklers and take a few passes through them. And do crafts. And take naps. And read stories. And build forts. And ride bikes when the sun goes down. And clean the house a little. But only a little. Because summer only comes once a year.
And, ready or not, here he comes.