I don’t know what it’s like at your house right now but we are pretty much holding our breath around here as summer comes to an end; just waiting for the long exhale that the first day of school brings. On the one hand, I feel like we must Make! The! Most! of the last couple of weeks of free time but, on the other hand: tired. So tired.
The kids are bored. “Bored, bored, bored,” they say to me. (Well, not Millie. Millie is never bored. I found her eating a marker this morning and she was pleased as punch so she’s a bit easier to entertain.) The boys are a different story. I resisted the urge to sign them up for All of the Activities this summer because I had the naive notion that we would spend our days together. In our home. Doing things. Having fun. I even contemplated craft-like activities and was willing to go so far as to involve glitter.
Turns out, we just watched a lot of Disney Junior interspersed with the occasional trip to Target for more Goldfish.
It hasn’t been all bad. The lack of planned camps and activities has forced the boys to make their own fun, pioneer-style. Even though he has access to an endless supply of toys, this is what Charlie has been playing with for the past two days.
He’s made a tractor out of a Bruder trailer, a large box containing our new (unassembled) mudroom bench, my “good” pillows from the living room and an expired car seat that I have yet to figure out how to properly dispose of. It’s a very complicated set-up and please don’t disturb him while he works, he explains to me. Also, this whole… vehicle is located right in the middle of my foyer. So, you know, convenient to work around.
Henry has devoted the greatest amount of time this summer to Legos. The good news is, he will entertain himself for hours building boats and castles and cars and entire towns that are honestly, amazing. I am consistently in awe of his creativity, imagination and dexterity. (My hands would cramp right off if I worked with those things for more than 15 minutes.)
The bad news is, well, reading. Aren’t we supposed to be reading more this summer? Or, writing? Practicing punctuation? I definitely think we were supposed to be practicing punctuation. Also classified as bad news, the fact that I am constantly stepping on, tripping over and pulling out of Millie’s mouth tiny, tiny Lego pieces. They are so small and they are absolutely everywhere. As evidenced by what I found when turning on the light in the playroom last week.
That’s a Lego Coast Guard/Firefighter/Security Guard/Mine Worker mini-figure rappelling from the light switch. He’s probably having more fun this summer than we are.
As much as I lament the school year and the homework and the lunch boxes and the forms (oh, dear heavens, the forms), I think our family is definitely better with the routine that quality public education brings to our home. The more structure, the less aimless wandering. Even if some of the aimless wandering this summer has had the best views.