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boo hoo’ing over the end of summer

i can’t believe summer is almost over!! just a little over a week left and it’s done. over. kaput!

it seems like it just started. like i was just searching for those swim rings for my son to toss into the pool. like i just bought that heavy duty sunblock. like i just chopped all my hair off ’cause it was getting too daggone hot to rock that big curly fro’ that i was desperately trying to grow all throughout winter in spring. like i was just avoiding going outside during the day because of the heatwave that hit the dc area was ’bout ready to melt us all!

like we just caught a plane (dutch’s first time!) to florida last week even though it really happened in late june.

dutch & my husband edell.
rough tide at the beach.
dutch poolin’.
little brother.
little sister.
it wouldn’t be florida without rain, right?

the vacationless vacation

i had an entire week off (yayyyyyyyy!!) with my 5-year-old (enter sighs and plenty pity here).

don’t get me wrong. i love love love spending time with the little one, but an entire week with an energetic half-decade old little boy means there was little rest to be had. and i needed rest. a lot. still do.

all throughout the week there were the endless questions and requests from dutch:

“mommy, can i have a popsicle?!” (at 9am, every morning.)

“mommy, can i play another video game?” (after playing 5 others for about 2 minutes.)

“mommy, can we go to the pool? the sun is out so i think it’s hot outside.” (in december. in the dc area.)

bang bang banging on the door while i was in the bathroom.

me: dutch, i’ve told you about banging on the door while i’m in the bathroom.

dutch: i’m not banging, i’m knocking because i have a question.

me: (sighing. again. for the zillionith time because some things just aren’t worth arguing.) what’s your question, dutch?

dutch: how old is God?

me: He’s an infinite age, dutch.

dutch: oh, i just wondering since His birthday was the other day.

yep. this is the kind of stuff i get from my kid all the time. it’s good. i’m glad he’s a thinker and all that. but geez louise, sometimes it’s plain ol’ exhausting. that’s why it’s good to break up all that thinkin’ with some kind of brainless activity. like going to the air & space museum. yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, right?

well, he hated it.

dutch started complaining as soon as we stepped in the building. then after walking around for about 2 minutes he said, “mom, i thought you said you were taking me to the most fun place ever?? (’cause yes, i have to admit that this is how i described the place.) this place isn’t fun! where are the video games?!”

i’m like, video games?? boy, don’t you see that space shuttle over there??

he wasn’t impressed.  actually, i wasn’t either. it didn’t seem as fun as it was when i was a kid, but it was his first time. he was supposed to be excited!! but he wasn’t. deflated my lil’ balloon, but whatever.

see, what he really wanted to do that day was go to the mall. to play in a play area that his daycare provider used to take him to. oh, and to ride a “roller coaster.” i told him i’d take him the next day.

i had no idea what roller coaster he was talking about. i mean, really? a roller coaster? in the mall? but after pointing out exactly what entrance we should park near, and pointing to the exact door we should walk through, he walked right down the hall to this…

this simulated roller coaster video game that cost me 4 quarters and lasted for about 1.25 minutes. if that. apparently, this is waaaaaay more exciting than some ol’ lame air & space museum.

we then made our way over to the play area where kids were running around shoeless and fancy free. squealing and screaming as i’m sure no parents allow in their homes. this area, dead center of the mall, was an absolute wonderland to these children. they chased each other around, jumped up on fake wooden logs, tripped and fell on the padded floor and had a grand ol’ time.

when we were walking out of the mall dutch said, “that was soooooo awesome!!”

yeah, the mall play area.

i’m grown ’cause…

a friend recently forwarded an email to me that lists 25 ways to tell you’re grown-up. some of them i could mildly relate to and some were so daggone dead-on that it had me crying for my youth. oh, boo-hoo…

not that i’m some old hag… i’m 33. okay, that was a lie, i just turned 34 earlier this month, but next year i’ll be 33 because i refuse to turn 35 and i’m going to start counting backwards from here on out.

anyhoo, here are the “ways” that were so on point:

1. 6:00 am is when you get up, not when you go to bed.

why-oh-why is sleep sooooooooooo important when you get older?? i remember hanging out at this club in baltimore back in the day and that sucka didn’t close until 6 am!! wooooo!!! let’s get this party started!!! i’d go home and sleep for a couple hours and then it was on to the next adventure. i also remember being at the classics clubbing so late that they started serving breakfast.

i can’t do that anymore. my body just doesn’t cooperate.

2. you watch the weather channel.

oh, i watch the weather channel. cnn. catch the news at least twice a day. there was a time when i just flat out refused to watch the news. “it’s so depressing…” i’d say. there must be something about your 30’s that says, “i would like to know about every horrific thing that has happened not only in my town, but across the world before i start my day.”

3. your friends “marry” and “divorce” instead of “hook up” and “break up”

now this one is a bit tricky because half of my friends are married and half are single, but it does make me feel a little old when one of my friends tells me she’s coming up on her 10th anniversary and another is about to be on her second marriage. can you say, wow??

4. you go from 140 days of vacation to 14.

this has GOT to be the one that absolutely sux the most. this whole “sick leave” and “vacation time” thing sux. i mean, why can’t i get summer vacation?? i work a lot harder than a 3rd grader!

5. sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.

now what is up with THAT?? it’s crazy. it’s like your bones and muscles are on their own time or something. you can feel as zippy and youthful as you wanna feel, but sleep on your couch one night. the truth will be told.

6. eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 am would severly upset, rather than settle, your stomach.

not that i’m up at 3 am, but whenever i’ve tried to eat something say ohhhhhhhh… around 12 am-ish it hasn’t been such a good thing.