I’ll come up with a shorter title for my book someday.
Most days follow a sort of arc where I start off as Maggie Seaver (hey, it’s my blog, I can pick my ideal TV mom), teaching life lessons and maintaining my sense of humor, and then by day’s end, I turn into Aleida Diaz, short-tempered and cruel.
Yesterday, we had an action packed day. We took the train to the Greenway, where we ran through the sprinklers, rode the carousel, ducked through Faneuil Hall, and explored some trucks.
Whoa oh!
Living on a giant grasshopper! (original lyrics)
George: Let’s have a snack.
Mama, making dreams come true since August, 2015.
“Then next time, let’s not wear those boots.”
“I have to wear them if it’s been raining, so I will wear them again next time.”
They wore their rain boots on what was supposed to be a quick trip to CVS and to a local gift store to get some presents for my cousins. The trip ended up taking TWO HOURS, and I believe one and a half of them were due to slow walking in those G-D boots. I may have been a bit snappy, but thankfully, I got a much-needed break in the form of a girls’ night with my high school friends. At dinner, they asked me to tell them, honestly, if I was having fun staying at home.
The overall and honest answer is yes.
Hazy and George are sweet, fun and funny, and 80% of the time, they’re really well-behaved. It’s the other 20% of the time that is exhausting and maddening. But getting to spend this summer with them has absolutely been worth that 20% of suckage. Plus, about once a day, we laugh our collective asses off, and I wouldn’t give that up for anything.
One Summer At Home 
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