Chaqr 1

As written by A, Age 6

Jesick and Cser wre sistrs.  Thaey wrte not just sistrs but dtettes too.  Jesick wus tee ordist. Tay had two dogs and tree cats and a fise.  Thaey had two bruthrs Frack and Joe.  It was winter.

Translations: Jessica and Sara were sisters.  They were not just sisters, but detectives too. Jessica was the oldest.  They had two dogs and three cats and a fish.  They had two brothers, Frank and Joe.  It was winter.


My Summer Goals

I don’t know why I am even making summer goals, between the kids who are doing a whopping 12 hours of camp all summer, and the dog who is lovely, but the biggest productivity suck M and I have ever experienced in our life, I’ll be lucky if a bed gets made by September.  But, because I am the queen of setting unrealistic goals, burning out, and eventually accomplishing something nowhere on my list, I feel the need to set goals, if only so I can figure out what that something that needs to get done but is nowhere on my list thing is.

  • De-paper the guest room.  No, not wallpaper, paper paper.  The guest room is the final resting place for all those “important papers” that generally live on the kitchen counter but have to get shoved someplace when company comes over.  Except the papers go in there and they never come out.  I am fairly confident if I ever go through that room I will find milk order forms from two years ago.
  • Clear out the too small dress up clothes.  Seems like a no-brainer, right?  Ha!  A has a dress up collection that rivals a small theater company’s wardrobe room, and loves each and every piece in her collection.  But, she has moved from the dress up every second of the day stage to the horses, horses, horses with a few fairies thrown in for good measure stage.  Which in my mind means that at least some of those clothes should find a good home someplace else.
  • Find a good home for many, many boxes of books.  When we moved, four years ago, we swore that we would get built-ins done for the living room to house all the books that had lived in the built-ins in our old house.  Its been four years, and those books are still in my attic.  Thankfully, I had the sense to mark which book had the Harry Potter series in them, so when C started in on those this year I didn’t have to dig through all 20 boxes for them.  But I am sure there are other equally well-loved treasures in there desperate to come out.
  • Deal with the basement shelves.  In our basement, there are two lovely sets of shelves that would be perfect for storing extra rolls of paper towels, tissues, and TP.  But at the moment they are filled random, random junk.  M may disagree with me on this one, since they live in his corner of the basement, but I have a feeling that he can’t identify most of the shelves contents either.
  • Knit.  I must knit, if only to reduce the stash and reclaim some of the guest room closet so I can store the papers referenced above in there.

Do you have any summer goals?  Besides staying sane and trying to convince the kids that tattling never pays, of course…

One last lunch

I had to force myself to pack one. last. lunch. this morning.  I hate packing lunch.  Had I known that there is no cafeteria at our neighborhood school, I might have chosen to live elsewhere.  Not that I would have the kids buy lunch every day, but, once in a while, when I just can’t face making another sandwich, it would be nice.  Plus, over the course of the year we have lost three lunch boxes, all of our reusable containers have broken, and the kids “misplaced” several water bottles (I have no idea how many, I just know that my cabinet went from not empty to, well, empty).  While I am, in theory, a fan of the reusable lunch movement, it is not exactly a cheap option for a family with children who seem unable to keep track of their lunch boxes and drink containers for six hours.

M doesn’t understand my hatred of packing the lunch boxes.  And on the surface, I can see his confusion.  It is not like I won’t have to make lunch every day when the kids are home for the summer.  But if they are home I don’t have to try and guess what they want to eat, and is has become abundantly clear this year that what they want at 6am is almost never what they want at 12pm.  Plus, if they are eating at home I can serve food that requires an oven or microwave for reheating.  For as much as I try, those thermoses apparently don’t actually keep warm food as warm as the kids would like.

During the school year, if we are out of food at 6am Monday morning, I have to scramble around to come up with something approximating a lunch.  One slice of bread, applesauce, a cheese stick and some cereal?  Lunch of Champions, I pinky swear kids!  Over the summer, if we are out of food at 6am Monday morning, we can either run to the store before lunch, or, perhaps more likely, we can go out to lunch.

I would say it is an odd quick of mine, but based on the excitement at drop off this morning from pretty much every parent I talked to, I think hatred of packing lunches is a widespread phenomenon.  Regardless, I can rejoice for the next seven weeks, and rejoice I will.  I will also be hunting down lunch containers with a built in GPS.