I’m back, y’all! Let the celebratory dancing begin!
When you hear the phrase “summer slide,” it often refers to the amount of things children forget during the typical three month American summer break. Teachers spend nine long months instructing our kids, and they spend three months letting it all leak out through their ears, apparently.
I don’t know about your kids, but my kids are a force to be reckoned with during the summer months. If you’re unfamiliar, I have two children. Scooter, my son, is almost 10, and my daughter Sweet Pea is 6. (Those are their nicknames.) They’re home with me all day, filling their time with the following activities:
I only wish I was exaggerating about the eating. My wallet is MUCH lighter in the summer, just trying to keep up with the constant snacking. I mean, are they training for the ultimate battle royale? Are they trying to see if they can eat until they actually pop? I don’t know, but I’m spending way too much time at the grocery store. It’s a summer slide, alright. A summer slide into debt.
So as you can imagine, the summer slide means something else to me. It means all the writing time I lose during summer break. Ugh. Since I’m under contract and don’t have a choice, I work around them the best way I can.
That’s how I get through the summer. I’m about halfway there now, and I can’t tell you how excited I’ll be when my little *darlings* are back in school. I love them, but spending twelve to fourteen hours with them every day, for five day stretches, is driving me bonkers.
Do you have kids? How do you keep them safe and entertained during the summer? Tell me in the comments, because I need all the help I can get.
Until Next Time,
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