It’s full blown summer around here. You know how you can tell? Well, here are some sure signs that it’s summer at my house.
–We are our of bread. And milk. Constantly.
–The blow up pool comes out.
–When I make macaroni and cheese, I cook up 3 or 4 boxes at a time, and there are very few leftovers.
–At any given time, there may be 10 kids here. Or there may be none.
–Otter pops; and lots of them.
–I seem to care a lot more about the state of my toes.
–The kids say something like, “can we eat lunch outside?” and I say, “Um…Ok.” instead of asking why in the world they would want to eat outside.
–The kids stay up late to play. Last night, in fact, Cole was at one friends playing night games, Megan and Natalie were at another neighbor’s playing wiffle ball, and Jenna and John went to another friend’s house to play. All after 8:00 pm.
–We go to the library once a week. At the present time we have 56 items checked out. That is a potential nightmare when it comes to returning all of those items, you know. But it’s a risk we’ll have to take to raise readers.
–Every day is a celebration. It seems there’s a pot luck, party, someone’s anniversary, family party, celebration or what have you every single day. Not that I’m complaining, since I’ve planned about half of them, but it makes it dang hard to stick to any kind of a diet or meal plan with so many eating out opportunities.
–There’s some sort of sunscreen opportunity every day.
–Shoes? Where have all your shoes gone? Are these your shoes? Who’s shoes are these? We don’t even have anyone who wears this size. If all the neighbors brought all the stray shoes and put them in a pile in the middle of the road, it would probably block traffic. I have one friend who said she keeps a crate or a basket on the front porch, and puts all the extra shoes (not belonging to her own family) in the box. I think that’s a good idea.
–There’s really nothing good on tv. All the regular shows are off for the summer, and the new replacement shows are things like “Who will he pick to date, a 20 year old or a 45 year old.” Whatever. Thankfully there are some movies to tivo, reruns of Gray’s Anatomy tonight, and Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.
–Dinners become pretty lax. Scrambled eggs sounds like a pretty good dinner, sure.
So, those are some of the signs of summer here at our house. What are some of your sure signs of summer?
Hmm, that sounds about like my house. Except we don’t have quite as many eating opportunities. We’re still always out of bread and fresh produce, I totally agree about the TV drought, and dinners are sort of hit and miss. I guess one of my signs that it’s summer is all the extra kids coming for art lessons every day.
Oh, and I thought of another one…my fridge is full of full water bottles, and my car is full of empty ones.
Good description! That’s way too much commotion and confusion for me, though. I like to peacefully water the flowers and watch them grow. And have yard parties.
Your house sounds like mine but I need to add, “Counters are never wiped clean and swimming suits and towels litter my garage drying. You gotta love Summer.
Summer here is so hot and humid, so the kids are in the house or the pool constantly. Right now the pool is green, yuck, so they are inside with me…yikes!
My favorite part of summer is when I accidently leave a load of laundry in the washer only to have it all go musty stinky and have to re wash it again. My mom was here visiting and when she left she said, “Oh yeah, there’s something rank in your laundry room.” It was a load she had started to be ‘helpful’ but never moved through to the dryer. Thanks, mom.