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Lazy lazy LAZY days of summer

So, today is a bust. I am not loving today. I am sitting in the bathroom banging out a Post of Dissatisfaction while my kids take their second bath of the day, not because they're dirty but because it's something to DO.

I don't know if Jack is just getting bored with summer or what, but he never wants to DO anything anymore. Well, I suppose that's not exactly true, since all morning he wanted to go to the playground and when we went to the playground I was informed that this was not the RIGHT playground, the RIGHT playground is the one with the SANDBOX so I totally up and turned the car around because heaven forbid I thwart the boy, right? But every time I suggest going outside he is... unwilling, to say the least. No talk of sprinklers and baby pools and watering the plants can change his mind. No going for walks. No physical exertion, just his computer and/or TV please. Molly goes down for a nap at one and from one to nearly three he and I are engaged in a battle of wills. Today I gave in and held him (2:45) just to shut him up and we both fell asleep and at 3pm I woke up, realized he was still asleep and just put him in his bed. Right when Molly started bawling from her room. 

Which is how it goes lately. Jack either doesn't nap at all, or falls asleep at the most inopportune times. I go from battling Jack to entertaining Molly and ugh, it makes for a long boring day. I always think we'll go out for a walk when the kids wake up, or play outside or just DO SOMETHING. But the day just drags on and on until I get so stir crazy I decide that yes I AM going to cut Molly's hair like I've been talking myself out of for weeks. It's cute. Not too crooked. The bangs have a sort of Spock-ish quality that I can't quite figure out, but the good thing about hair is that it grows back. 

Phillip is meeting an old professor tonight, hence the poor attitude. He's also going out Thursday night. Who is going to send me cookies? No, wait, my major coping mechanism for boredom involves standing in front of the refrigerator. I certainly do not need gratuitous snacks. 

I can't believe I'm going to say this, but: I think I'm ready for summer to be over. Today was eighty something, which is not at all unbearably hot and ordinarily I am thrilled with high temperatures, but today it just felt like overkill. Like, enough already, SUMMER. I'm done with you. I'm over it. Get moving. Let's start something new. Let's DO THIS THING. 

I feel like Jack is supposed to go back to school, even though he's never BEEN to school. Phillip is definitely supposed to go back to school. I am supposed to start the volleyball league. I'm ready to start making butternut squash soup and wearing sweaters and if it weren't the season where anxiety traditionally reared its unwelcome mug, I'd go so far to say fall is my favorite. 

I think I may just be ready for a SCHEDULE. 

This is Phillip's second year of grad school and after that this whole Waiting Room thing I feel like I'm in will be over and we can figure stuff out. It's always, "Well, when you're done with school..." or "In June we'll know if we can do this or that..." 

I suppose there is SOMETHING new happening: Molly is potty training herself. Yes, herself. Today she insisted on going around butt nekkid and running to the potty (the BIG potty) every twenty minutes to pee. And you guys, I was not encouraging this at all. She's sort of been doing this the last few days, insisting on sitting on the big potty and doing her thing and I am just too lazy for this. I'm all, "Seriously? I'm still recovering from the first child. I am not ready to do the second. STOP ASKING ME TO GO PEE." I know that if this is the real thing (which, so far, looks likely) then it's all to my benefit, but I could honestly wait. I've heard of people actually Potty Training, you know, where you stay home for a week and you make the kid drink a ton of water and you're all Sergeant Pottypants 24/7. I probably should have done something of the sort with Jack. I think I probably did everything wrong with Jack. But MAN does that sound exhausting. And between a week of Sergeant Pottypants and months more of diapers, I choose diapers. I'm bored, but not THAT bored.



You are brave to cut your children's hair yourself. I tried it once, and after I got tired of people commenting, "did YOU cut her hair?" I started going to Bella and Max. You also get a free ticket for the little train and there are ducks a plenty to feed afterwards. Peanut also screamed like I was putting bamboo under her nails at the mere mention of sitting on the potty this morning. So, I'm going to go get a glass of wine and forget what I just read about Molly!

Life of a Doctor's Wife

I wish I could offer advice for avoiding boredom, but I am so un-bored I am ready to pull my hair out. (As in, I have been working non-stop from 8:00 this morning until now, midnight.) And while I love butternut squash soup with a deep engulfing passion, and sweaters, and cute boots, and trench coats, I am not ready for summer to be over for some reason.

But what I REALLY wanted to say was GAH, the Waiting Room feeling. Haaaaaate. We have been in the Waiting Room for, well, this is the EIGHTH year and we still have five to six more years before we can leave the Waiting Room and enter Real Life, finally. Yuck. So I empathize, completely. But yay for you - the end is in sight!


I'm done with summer too. Yesterday's one day of fall-like weather made me realize just how ready I am for summer to be done. It's hot and unscheduled and I want cool weather and sweaters and to be able to cook without making my house unlivably hot.


I am also so over summer. However, I'd like spring instead please.


Not related to your post...I just was given my first (huge!) butternut squash and have no clue what to do with it. Would you mind sharing your soup recipe?


Hey, today it's 80-something here, and it's the LOWEST TEMPERATURE WE'VE SEEN SINCE JUNE! I am not even kidding. We are READY for Fall. More than ready. And schedules make life livable. Thank you, Summer, for teaching me that hard lesson.


Jack and Fuss must be texting each other because she is all about the doing nothing lately, too. IF I can get out of the house in the morning to run an errand or whatever, we are allowed to do ONE thing. No multiple stops. Then we must GO HOME! I want a MOVIE! This is a problem since I'm trying to get everything done pre-baby, of course, but that doesn't dissuade her in the slightest. For us, I'm convinced it's at least partially heat-related, (highs in the mid-90's!) and I have to tell you, I am SO over the summer. Would kill for her to be going to school this year - even 2 days a week.

And I am jealous of the self-potty training, but I do know how you feel as far as the apathy. I was SO not interested in her doing it when she first showed an interest and I don't know if my lack of motivation slowed/stopped her or if it was just a brief phase that would have ended before she had learned or not. I'll never know, I guess.

Sonya in San Antonio aka Glam-O-Mommy

I'm ready for fall too. It's been over 100 here for days. YUCK. I do not go outside for activities in August! I'm throwing my daughter's second birthday party at an indoor play place on Saturday!

I'm totally jealous that Molly is potty-training herself. My daughter was doing pretty well with it in June, then my husband had emergency surgery and life was off-kilter for the last month while he's been recovering, and she has totally regressed. I've kind of given up on it for now. Oh, how I wish she was running to the potty though!

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