Bug and I survived a very rainy first (half) week of summer vacation with only one I’m-overwhelmingly-bored meltdown. Like Milli Vanilli(‘s stunt doubles), I blame it on the rain.
Whew. Only seventy-eight more days to go. But who’s counting?
For the record, I love having Bug home with me. I love snuggling with him in the mornings without having to rush to get ready for school. I love reading quietly with him while Bean naps. I love having a conversation during lunchtime that doesn’t consist of thirteen games of Peek-a-Boo and using repetition using repetition using repetition to teach the baby sign language.
But he’s six-and-three-fourths years old of 115% boy. Which, for the summer, means:
1. He gets bored roughly 11 seconds after finishing a book or activity, which means I have approximately 7 seconds to come up with something new for him to do to avoid DISASTER.
2. He owns somewhere upwards of 9,294 pieces of Legos, which is manageable when he only had about 2 hours a day to play with them. Not so much now that he has 12 hours a day.
3. Being six-and-three-fourths (more accurately, six-and-five-sixths, but that just doesn’t roll off the tongue), Bug has long passed needing a nap. Bean, on the other hand, still hasn’t gotten used to sleeping through Transformer duels happening next door.
4. I actually have to be responsible about what I eat for lunch. No more Cookie Dough Bites and Sunkist in the middle of the day.
5. “Me” time has been drastically reduced from the couple hours a day Bean naps to -3.25 hours a day. How is that even possible? Casualties of this tragedy include: Facebook, blogging, DVR’ed episodes of Glee and Conan, all the art and home projects I thought about doing during all that “Me” time, showering, peace, quiet, and Cheddar ‘n Sour Cream Ruffles.
So in order to come out on the other end of this summer vacation without any bald patches on my head, I have spent a significant amount of time researching Things to Do around our area, have mapped out a weekly plan so we don’t waste precious golden time wondering what we can do today, and have created a short list of Field Trips for this summer, which are really just cheap places to go with a new, snazzier name so it sounds exciting.
Let’s go to the Museum! (Um. Okay.)
Let’s go on a Field Trip! To the Museum! (WHAT!)
I hope my sanity doesn’t take a Field Trip. Ba-dump-ch!