Wednesday was the first day of Summer break. I remember last autumn, watching William’s small body walking himself out of the car line to his Kindergarten class for the first time. I remember thinking, “I can’t believe he’s going to be gone for most of the day till the summer!”
Now I’m thinking, “I can’t believe he’s going to be home all summer! How am I going to keep him busy?!”
We got a new above ground pool because Charlie popped a hole in the inflatable ring of the last one when he kept letting the water drain from the side to make mud puddles. But will they swim in it?
Apparently, neither of the boys know the meaning of “refreshing.” They complain that the water is too cold even after it’s been heated by the Florida sun all day. O_0
So Wednesday, I spent most of my day inside in the A/C while the boys fought over a toy of some kind. Did I mention that my head was about to explode at any moment? Yeah. This didn’t bode well for surviving my least favorite season of the year.
Maybe it was inspired by Charlie wearing water wings on his ankles because he wanted to walk on water – when it was warm enough. But we got a miracle in the mailbox Wednesday afternoon.
We’ve been trying to save money for moving to Georgia by the end of the summer, so we let our membership at the YMCA expire last January. It was fine when it was just Charlie and me all day.
Wednesday, I was seriously toying with the notion of summer camp for William, thereby spending any money we’d saved. But then the Y sent us a letter telling us how much they missed us. AND they were going to waive the join fee if we came back!
Cue the burst of breeze, bright light, and choir singing, “Ahhhh!”
Yes, I know it was an ad. But I missed going to the Y so much, just for a place to take the boys and have an occasional break when I needed it. The folks at the Y totally spoke to me when they sent that letter.
So we’re back at the Y. It’s cheaper than summer camp, and not something we’re obligated to bring William to. It gives me a nice break when I need it, and the relief is like a cool swim after working in the sun all day.
Hmm, I wonder if I can insist they make the boys play outside so they’ll swim when we get home?
Do your kids throw you curveballs? Are they weirdly picky? Do they walk on water? Please share!