Summer is supposed to be fun, relaxing, rejuvenating, but I think I'm more stressed out. Where's my Popsicle? Where's my beach towel? WHERE'S my CRUISE TICKET?!
I always feel the need to be productive, but where to start? So, I don't.
We went to the library for craft and story time. Imagine a small room filled with 40 kids and their parents... hmmm. Relaxing? No. Now, imagine said children are making drums, yes, drums out of coffee cans.
Then I drug the other kids to an appointment for baby. Next to get food, which is a rare occasion for us to eat out, so this should be fun. Now imagine taking a bite of your favorite fried food to discover it is still FROZEN in the middle. YUCK!
Next, off to the pool. Exit car to sounds of loud thunder lightning. Back into the car we go.
I'm ready for bed time! Can I just move the clocks forward?
