I remember being bored when I was a child. Now I only use boredom as an excuse to ignore my ‘to-do’ list; however, my children delight in telling me they’re bored. Just ask them.
Today is different. Today will not make room for boredom. It’s the first Monday of full summer. Everyone is out of school, summer programs began, and the city pool opened.
This little girl…
woke me up at six-thirty in the morning to go play tennis. Fully dressed and carrying her racket, she shook my eyes open.
Lessons did not begin until nine, but an early bird hits the tennis ball, or something like that.
My neighbor rescued my children from a sit-and-wait in the doctor’s office and brought them swimming in the afternoon. Believe me, I would rather have been swimming. Doctor’s appointments for female check-ups are just above death on my bucket list and right below an IRS tax audit, even though my doctor is sweet as pie.
Tennis before lunch and swimming after lunch may become our summer schedule. I think I could live with that.
Now I just hope the sun and clouds cooperate. Secretly I wish for a summer drought. Isn’t that terrible? I wish we could somehow truck gallons and gallons of our extra water to the south and west. I know others need it, but rainy days and migraines have me down.
Not down, down. Don’t worry.
I’m just running low on rainy day ideas. Friday found me with four children, one migraine, and four zillion drops of water. I popped a few pills and plopped in a chair to wait for my vision to clear. Then I decided an art project was in order. Directing four kids in an art project may seem like a bad idea when you have a migraine, but the alternative is listening to the very loud sounds of four children amusing themselves.
Painting it was.
I love displaying the paintings in my kitchen. It needs a burst of life and my cooking sure isn’t all rainbows and color.
I asked my kids if there were any grown-ups in the pool today.
“No, just lots of kids.”
Exactly as I suspected. The water is probably a warm forty-eight degrees. I better get a heated wet suit if I plan on swimming.
One last picture, because I’m silly like that.
On Saturday, I sent my daughter upstairs to clean her room. When I walked into her room a little while later, ordered chaos greeted me.
One day you’ll be all grown-up and realize you’re wearing tacky tropical. You’ll look at your own daughter’s mix-and-match mess and realize she’s going to grow up to be just like you.
Here’s to boring summer days playing tennis and sitting by the pool. May there be many.
PS. Thank you Chris at Bridgesburning for your kinds words today.