Part of me really wants to go in order to be a part of the childhood experiences that are rapidly dwindling these days. I mean, not really, they’re 13 and 10 which really is still childhood, but in some ways I do see a gap forming between them and me. Especially with the older one. He’s expecting more freedom and independence, yet still lives like a child (meals are made, clean bed to sleep in, someone to buy him new shoes when he needs them). But he tends to want to do things with dad more which is completely normal and natural for an adolescent boy.
Dad likes camping. And fishing. And sleeping with bugs. In tents. During humidity heat waves. Without access to showers. And the kids don’t seem to mind either…
Lately I have had a heck of a time following a low carb diet. I really have no excuse, the greens in the garden are exploding at the moment. What a great way to enhance boring old salads.
Curly parsley, taragon, the big fat green leaves are arugula, chives, flat leaf parsley and fresh dill.
I snip them into green salads, tuna or salmon salads, pasta dishes, pasta salads, soups, and grain salads.
Missing and still to be planted: various types of basil (sweet, greek and thai are my favorite), summer savory (I have winter), sages (multi-coloured), and chervil which goes great with eggs and fish dishes.
The other day I read some funny tweets from American parents who appear to already be in summer vacation (i.e. school vacation). I believe some States head back to school in August, and the deep South is known to be hot and humid for way longer than us up here by the border, which is probably why they’re already out of school now, at the end of May.
Nonetheless I am anxiously and hopefully anticipating the end of school here, so very much. Still gotta go till the end of June…
It’s taken a few weeks and a few trips* out of town to finally feel like summer-vacation-mode is in full swing.
But today, I feel edgy, irritated and annoyed. I’m finding myself craving solitude which is practically impossible in this tiny bungalow, during summer vacation and with everyone home. Constantly.
I could pack my laptop and head to the library to work and write. But then I would miss my snacks and what if I have to pee? Do I pack up the laptop, risk losing my spot, all because my bladder can’t handle to wait?
Would rather have an empty house, healthy snacks handy and my own bathroom.
Almost immediately after the kids came home from their last day of school on Thursday, any semblance of routine or schedules went out the window.
There are no fixed breakfast eating times, lunch is a free for all grab what you want, ice cream and popsicles are the go-to “I’m hot, I’m bored, I want” answer and dinner is…whatever, whenever. Depends on who wants to cook or grill and what’s in the house or how much we are willing to spend on food elsewhere.
No one goes to bed at a reasonable time either (well, I do, but I don’t care what they do, so I don’t police them).
For the rest of the summer, with all of us home, schedules and routines will take a backseat at this house.
I realized today that this isn’t going to work for me.