I am a big fan of summer, generally speaking. I much prefer warm weather to cold, even when warm includes 100+ degree days. I like the ease of an open schedule and no sports practices or meetings to attend. We can be a little more spontaneous and loose with our routines.
Today is the first official day of summer break, meaning we did not have to be anywhere at a certain time. I did go to the gym, but that was a choice and did not require setting an alarm. Last week we had lots of fun at VBS, but had to be out the door by 7:50--not exactly the way to start summer. So today, I was happy to wake slowly, with mild thunderstorms to ease us into wakefulness. I thought how nice it would be to have a rainy day that would allow for indulgent movie watching and game playing.
And now, three of the kids are playing Wii and not two minutes goes by without whining. The big girls show signs of restlessness already, having gone to two friends houses only to find them still asleep. (I haven't been asleep past 8:30 in years.) The three year old is showing all the typical signs of a three year old boy. And I'm beginning to think the first day of summer is a portent of things to come and I tremble with fear.
I might be exaggerating. I know there will be days of whining and fighting and all of us wanting to just be alone for five minutes. But I know there will be days when we are clicking and enjoying each other and doing things spur-of-the-moment because we can. I'm not going to give myself the pressure of a list of things to do in the summer. We'll see movies (we've been hoarding gift cards for the ones we have to see in the theater), go bowling, and spend a lot of time at the community pool.
And I might have a glass of wine at the end of the day, more often than not. A nice, chilled white. I do love summer.