Auld Hang Syne

I was spending time at the kids’ camp on Monday afternoon.  I volunteered to come in and do a demo on geology and groundwater, ending with edible aquifers – a hideous sugar bomb of marshmallows, chocolate chips, gummy bears, and smaller marshmallows placed in layers then “polluted” with dry cherry or strawberry Jello mix before being “recharged” with Sprite.  Kids love it.  The idea of it makes me want to throw up in my mouth.  But it’s all in the name of science and for the purposes of demonstrating porosity, so I pull that particular rabbit out of the hat on a semi-regular basis.

ANYWAY, I was chatting with their camp director before the first group came in, and she was asking how my summer was going.  And y’all, I was actually able to say it’s going good.  Normally I’m whining and moaning about summer and the lack of routine and how it freaks out Stella and….  Not this year.  This has been my best summer as a parent, my best summer in years.  As a matter of fact, I don’t want it to end, hideous heat and all.  I’m dreading the start of school.

Clearly the heat isn’t bothering my daughter

And we’re not doing much.  We’re not going and blowing.  There hasn’t been a single playdate since the week school let out.  There are no vacations on the horizon for quite a while.  We’ve been doing science and art kits.  We’ve had tea parties.  It’s just been a lot of hanging.  And it’s been ok.  School starts in a month.  Maybe another month of togetherness will change my mind.

My couch will never be the same

I’m keeping this short.  Our IT folks updated all of us to a newer version of Office and now my email only works for about 6 seconds at a time.  I’m waiting on a call back from my 3rd ticket.  Progress.

About larva225

Working mom. Is there any other kind? Geologist. Nerd.
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