As every year, today marks the opening day of Towel Consumption Season. Our pool is cleaned up and ready, and Busy Girl works as a lifeguard, so beach towels in need of laundering are everywhere.
As I think about it, it's a little bittersweet because the towel avalanche used to be all the kids running in and out getting towels and then leaving them outside, but now it's mostly Busy D. and his friends.
Anyway, it's the official beginning of summer.
Which, for me, is a lot like all the other days of the year when you're the only one not on summer vacation (Busy Dad is a teacher).
I know I moan about this every year, for the next couple of months, it'll be like I live in an all night diner up in here as people come and go and watch TV and are just generally AWAKE.
Or people are "out" (Lord only knows where) and will be home "sometime", while I'm still trying to go to bed and get ready for work the next morning.
Note to young people: Yes, I am that parent that can't sleep until you get home, and yes I thought it was stupid when my mother did it, too.
I used to think they were the ones that needed to adjust, but over the years I've realized it's my attitude that needs adjusting. However, while I fully realize how much I will miss all the hubbub one day, today is not the day of adjustment for me.
Memorial Day is one of those holidays like the 4th of July and Labor Day where I feel compelled to be out doing something to uniquely American and fabulous to celebrate summer, but I never quite know what it is.
I always assume everyone else is out boating, grilling, swimming and having block parties, so I feel a little guilty about our inertia.
(Just as I was about to write something like, "most people are probably more like us and didn't do fabulous things", I opened Facebook to several pictures of people "at the lake" Oh, well.)
I did, however, buy an apple pie to sacrifice to the gods of Americana. I also bought some steaks, but never got inspired to cook them.
Lamesauce, I know.
While I don't want to wish summer away, mostly because Busy Girl goes to college at the end of it, I'll be glad when the household settles into more of a routine!
Recent Entries on Busymom.net:
- Chicago in the summer
- School camp and closet-less kid
- Dove VisibleCare Crème Body Wash and a chance to win
- Dealing with disappointment
- Anatomy of a sick day