You’ll notice I haven’t been around as much lately. The reason is unremarkable, and I can tell you what it is in two words: summer vacation.
Now I’m as big a fan of summer vacation as anyone, but the word “vacation” is a vast misrepresentation for anyone who spends the months of June, July, and August in the company of suddenly liberated elementary school students. Students, who, freed from the structure and planned activity of an 8 o’clock to 3 o’clock school day, fill the ensuing leisure time with plaintive whines of “I’m bored!” and “What’s to eat?”
So I feed them (but not fruit snacks on the hour, every hour, as is their preference) and I plan activities–trips to the library, picnics at the park, walks, movies, reading-together time, Lego construction projects (but not enough to fill every second of the day)–and yet, somehow, I still come up lacking in the Super Summer Mom department.
Did I whine this much when I was a kid? Maybe. My mom could tell you, I’m sure. I do remember being told, in answer to my own rare cries of boredom, that “only boring people are bored, so use your brain and find something to do.” As to snacking, my brother and sister and I usually just helped ourselves from the pantry, a temporary solution that often resulted in chaos and dismay in the evenings, when my mother discovered that every carefully planned menu for which she had grocery shopped was missing at least one key ingredient.
So, tell me–what’s a mom to do? How do you keep the summer grumbles at bay? I would love to hear from you.