This is the time of year, right before school ends, when I hit my forehead in realization and exclaim, "Holy Shit! What the f*ck are my kids going to do all summer?"
It's not just that I'm lazy. Or that I procrastinate. Okay, it's a little bit of that. But it's also that in January, when I start asking my kids what they would like to do this summer, they always answer the same way, "Stay home". And when I tell them they can't sit home and watch tv all day and then pleasantly offer suggestions, all I hear in response is, "Ewww. No. That place sucked." Or "Their buses had lice," or "So and so went last year and said that camp was soooo boring".
After spacing out my requests, in May, I usually find myself in the same position.
WITH NUTHIN'.
I could do as other parents do and sign my kids up for things regardless of whether they say they like them or not. It works for some. It does NOT work for me. I've tried. Really. In fact, I've spent lots of money, on camps, on violin, piano, and tennis lessons to name only a few. Trust me, my kids are as stubborn as I am and when they don't want to do something it becomes a very expensive stand-off - one that I most often lose because I'm the one paying.
So. Here I am. May. Nuthin'.
Now that the weather is feeling like summer, I have developed this fantasy in my head that maybe it could be fun to be non-committed for the summer. Maybe we'll make plans - go to the beach, ride bikes, visit the aquarium. Maybe we could make good use of the time out of school and of living in SoCal. The skies the limit since anything I choose would cost the same or less than the pricey day camps around here.
But I'm no fool. I know where this is taking me.
Whines. Moans. Boredom....Anti-anxiety meds.
Here's the thing. At this point, I'm just too damn tired to deal with it.
Zoloft anyone?
