I’ve made it through the first week of summer vacation and I’m feeling better than ever.
Perhaps it’s because I am easing into it by having the kids in camp this week, which is pretty much like having them in school, only they come home tired and psyched and don’t have any homework.
I enrolled them in the Thorne Nature Experience summer camp where they spend the days hiking, building forts, identifying animal tracks and playing, all under the supervision of a college educated guide. It’s wonderful.
So I am in no way prepared for reality. I was at the grocery store and it was lousy with kids
acting like complete brats doing kid stuff and I serenely mused about the beauty of children and childhood.
I’m sure that when it is me scruffing one of my boys and hissing at them to keep their filthy mitts off the produce, I won’t be quite so placid.
But what I am really scared of is Nadia and David.
David C. Owen has stayed with me several times before and is a wonderful guest as well as a bona-fide pole god. He’s also very quiet and polite. Like extremely. Like, if my kids would be as quiet and polite as him, I would be a very happy mama.
I’ve never met Nadia Sharif, but she’s also one of the pole deities that is flocking to Boulder to hang out with Marlo.
Given that Rian and Allison just left (boo, I really liked them) it’s time for the next round of world famous performers and instructors to arrive.
Welcome to my life. It’s hard.
Anyway, David and Nadia are best friends and I can tell by their Facebook feeds that they tend to get kind of crazy when they are together.
For instance, they have a band called The Death Cunts but I’m kind of wondering if it is one of those music bands or those getting drunk and acting all crazy bands.
Either way, I’m sure it will be immensely bloggable, I can’t wait for them to arrive and see what falls out.
BUT MY KIDS WILL BE HOME THE WHOLE TIME! Oh shit.
As long as I can walk with Tabby, I’m sure I’ll survive.
Nadia is deathly allergic to cats so I’m sure that means that That Fucking Cat will be drawn to her like a moth to the flame, because let’s face it, cats are assholes.
I’m dealing with this by turning my porch into a deluxe garden sanctuary because Nadia can’t come into my house lest she go into anaphylactic shock. I’m still wondering how I got myself into this situation.
At least the garden is cooperating. The wisteria are just starting to pop and she’s going to be surrounded by purple flowers and loveliness.
Everything is so lovely now.
The roses are going crazy and Loony just planted my greens yesterday.
Blue has been out back making sure that nothing gets too crazy and no squirrel penetrates the perimeter.
Oh, and look at the alert I got from WordPress today …
I really hoped more would come of this than just a way to communicate with my dad (HI DAD) and my other 12 followers, but I feel the urge to write, to do something with the pictures I take, and unlike Facebook, I can search for old posts. It feels like a little bit less of a waste of time.
OKAY DAD, I’M CALLING YOU BACK NOW!