Our tan lines get deeper every day regardless of the number of times I apply sunscreen. The bathing suits are perpetually wet and I never knew I had so many towels or that they could all be wet at once. Bed time has been an after thought and regular baths, well isn’t that what the pool is for?
And the house is a mess. The breakfast dishes have sat on the table far too long and there is a pile of my work stuff that hasn’t been touched in 2 weeks. I keep saying I’m going to vacuum or clean the bathrooms or do something more than wash towels and empty the dishwasher but it’s 90 degrees out.
I ordered groceries from Shop Rite and had them delivered. When they arrived I answered the door soaking wet from the pool in a towel while the dog barked and my neighbor screamed and swam in the pool. I threw the perishables in the fridge, left the rest on the floor, and jumped back into the pool.
We swam till the sun sunk below the clouds and the kids bellies were full of chocolate muffins. And I was exhausted but happy.
This is how our days have been. Full. Nonstop. And I find myself saying this summer will only happen once. These three months will be over in a blink, I keep telling myself, put fun first. And that’s exactly what we are going to do.