As of noon time Friday summer officially began on the domestic fringe.
School let out with a whoop and a downpour, but the skies cleared and kids filled my house.
Can this really only be the third day of summer vacation? Already I feel dazed and slightly confused. I awoke to pokes and the question I will hear no less than 356 times in the next 8 weeks. “What are we gonna do today?”
Apparently we are not going to pack any of the 30 boxes stacked in the living room, we are not going to go grocery shopping although the refrigerator is empty, and we are not going to wash the couch’s slipcovers that are currently covered with an inch of calcium chloride thanks to the dog.
You see I have this rather large basket sitting by the front door to collect ‘stuff’ – umbrellas, old newspapers, a bottle of calcium chloride to melt the ice on the front steps – stuff. Spring has come and gone and I haven’t gotten around to cleaning out the basket and removing the gloves, hats, and the container of ice-melt.
My angelic dog was left alone for one too many minutes on Saturday night and didn’t have me around to answer her “what are we gonna do tonight” question, so she chewed through the container of ice-melt and ground its’ contents into my couch. Thankfully it’s slipcovered and fully washable.
The FringePup is pretty good overall. She just behaves like a two year old and gets into mischief, not unlike FringeKids and friends.
Early Sunday morning FringeMan had the dog in a headlock and called me over to smell her breath. I was happily surprised to receive a minty clean lick that smelled just like Crest toothpaste.
“At least she’s brushing!”
An expression of utter grossness spread across FringeMan’s face and he said, no wonder FringeKid’s tube of toothpaste is always oozing. That’s why FringeMan and I have our own tube hidden high in the medicine cabinet. Even FringeBoy learned to hide a tube, a fact that insulted my daughter to her core.
“I clean my toothpaste tube.” She adamantly insisted.
I hesistated because there are some things parents are better off not knowing about their children, but the question slipped from my lips. “What do you clean the tube with?”
“MY TOOTHBRUSH!” She exclaimed.
And that is why only Fringekid and the dog share a tube of toothpaste.
I’ll be at the beach today and then the park and then playing Monopoly into the wee hours of the evening. After that I may get a chance to pack, do laundry, and grocery shop, but I doubt it.
What’s on your agenda today?