10. I am sleeping
past 7am…EVERY. DOGGONE. DAY.
9. When you think your kids have enough swimwear for the
year and they walk out in last year’s suit…ummm…not gonna happen.
8. The pencils, pens, markers, scissors are in
hibernation for the duration of the season. (Sorry teachers.)
7. The hubs has created a disaster in our yard in an attempt
to beautify our landscaping. (I’m sure the beautification will surface in the
near future…stay tuned.)
6. The thermometer. O. M. G.
Can’t handle it.
5. Swimsuit season
causes an atrocious allergic reaction in my body. It makes me sweat, breath
heavily and break out in a heat rash. Or maybe that is due to number 6.
4. Chlorine=shampoo…Don’t
judge.
3. Sun. Burn. You’d
think after 29 of these seasons I’d could make it 4 days in without looking
like I stood to close to Moses’ bush for a week.
2. The laundry is made up of a plethora of towels…of the
beach variety.
1. My day consists of, “Mommy, what can we do?” “Mommy,
I’m bored.” “Mommy wake up! It’s 9am.” “Mommy wake up again! It’s 3pm.” In all
seriousness, this is all I ever wanted my summers to look like…FROM THIS SIDE
OF THIRTY