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May. 24th, 2006 08:36 amYesterday was Daniel's last day of kindergarten, which makes today officially the first day of summer vacation.
I'm not sure what to do with the time. It's hot here--really hot--and being indoors is more comfortable. At the same time, being indoors is generally more expensive in terms of stuff to do (movies vs. park, for example) and I also have to take into consideration Ellie's habit of trying to run away.
Sometimes I think I'll get really proactive and come up with themes for each week and do activities based around the theme and try to give the activities some sort of educational value for both kids. That I'll make the summer a really worthwhile experience.
Then I look around. Right now Ellie's playing in the bath, Daniel's watching SpongeBob, and I'm typing an LJ entry. The children are both naked, but I'm prudishly wearing underpants.
I don't know if I'd call this ominous, but it's admittedly not a great sign.
Last night I went shopping by myself. Somewhere under the warm May sky with fresh veggies and orange juice and coffee in little plastic bags, I realized that I was happy. I didn't know why.
Some of it's still carried over. Even though I'm worried about the summer, worried about working, worried about money--about so many things, really--underneath it all there's a stillness, a basic contentment.
I'm trying to appreciate it now, while it stays.
I'm not sure what to do with the time. It's hot here--really hot--and being indoors is more comfortable. At the same time, being indoors is generally more expensive in terms of stuff to do (movies vs. park, for example) and I also have to take into consideration Ellie's habit of trying to run away.
Sometimes I think I'll get really proactive and come up with themes for each week and do activities based around the theme and try to give the activities some sort of educational value for both kids. That I'll make the summer a really worthwhile experience.
Then I look around. Right now Ellie's playing in the bath, Daniel's watching SpongeBob, and I'm typing an LJ entry. The children are both naked, but I'm prudishly wearing underpants.
I don't know if I'd call this ominous, but it's admittedly not a great sign.
Last night I went shopping by myself. Somewhere under the warm May sky with fresh veggies and orange juice and coffee in little plastic bags, I realized that I was happy. I didn't know why.
Some of it's still carried over. Even though I'm worried about the summer, worried about working, worried about money--about so many things, really--underneath it all there's a stillness, a basic contentment.
I'm trying to appreciate it now, while it stays.