Whoever called it summer “vacation” had a great sense of irony (and not the Alanis Morissette kind). Mothers everywhere sort of roll their eyes when they hear the phrase. Life zooms by at warp speeds in these three brief months, leaving white star trails of memories (and massive piles of fast food wrappers) in its wake.
Currently, we’re doing the VBS thing, Vacation Bible School for the uninitiated. Five days, three hours a day, of all-ages Bible based games, crafts, snacks, and activities. Katie and Caleb are attending. I volunteered to teach, which I love, but every day the three of us drag home like a gaggle of spent marathon runners to collapse on the couch and wonder how three hours of Fiesta-themed fun can wreak such havoc on young bodies (and yes, I’m still including mine in that category.)
Naps are good.
I’ll be back, no worries.