School's Been Blown To Pieces

Well, my friends, summer has officially descended upon us. Mason finished school Friday, and yesterday was the first day of summer vacation. A time that I used to adore. A time that felt like freedom and opportunity and held the promise of something amazing. I loved summer. Hell, I lived for summer. Funny how things change....

Now I dread the whining and fighting of bored kids. The brain-scrambling heat that smacks your face like a miffed Southern Belle the minute you dare to peek out the door. Summer is no longer a thing of beauty and a joy to behold.

But it will be better than last year. By God, it WILL be better than last year. The twins have achieved the ability to play in the backyard by themselves (it's fenced). And they will play out there for hours, no matter how hot it gets. And, devoid of other human contact, Mason plays with them. There are plenty of arguments, fights and tattling in the process, but they play. We'll have some trips to Yaya's pool. My sister promises to make weekly trips out here with my nephew. And the Three Martini Playdate with two of my best friends and their kids will be in full swing. (Got to love having educators as friends- they can play all summer long!!) So we're going to survive summer if it kills me!

But you know from previous years that summer means a major blogging draught. It's not that I don't have anything to say, it's just that I'm too hot, tired and mired in chaos to actually sit down and write anything. I'm sure I'll manage some sporadic updates, but it will probably be kind of ghost-towny around here for the next couple of months. But the good news is, once August rolls around, the kiddos head back to school. And since the twins will go four mornings a week (YAHOO!!!) I'll inundate you with more bloggy goodness than you can imagine ( or stand). Happy summer, everybody. May your cocktails be cold, your kids content, and your days sunny!!