My guess is that behind the starched, white apron and the painted on smile, June Cleaver herself was a summer-hater. She probably was driven crazy by the Beaver and Wally and had a few not-so-nice words about cooking dinner in the roasting hot house. She probably ached for the quiet house that September brings and quietly anticipated those hours she could sit and watch soap operas and eat Bon Bons. So, as I ask myself WWJD, I know the answer....If she were not a fictional character in TV land, she would let the house fall apart, make dinner in the crockpot or on the grill, give her kids a chore list EVERYDAY! She'd spend time at the pool, read a few books, take a vacation, ride her cruiser bike, sleep in a little, and for heaven's sake....DITCH the starched white apron. Flip flops and ponytails ROCK, Mrs. Cleaver!!
Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls: I will try, try, try to enjoy the summer with my kids. I will try not to lose my patience more than once a day (or twice, if they really deserve it!). I will try to enjoy the squeals from the backyard as they jump on the trampoline with the sprinkler under it. I will try to ignore the sticky mess that the lemonade stands make in the driveway and the ants that come along with it. I will clean up hundreds of Otter Pop wrappers and listen to Kim yell at the kids for dripping them everywhere. I will try to have patience as I play taxi driver, entertainer, and referee. And, I do assure you that I will be counting the days until school starts again. 85 and counting....
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You crack me up...but I totally know what you mean, I'm already losing it and the kids have already been asking for nonstop sleepovers and night games! Oh well at least we can spend the summers with our kids and not have to go to work and leave them home alone, cause that would be even more of a disaster! Hang in there and just know I'm feeling the same:)
I'm telling you Beav, she hoped that summer went by quick. She also made breakfast and sent the boys out to roam the neighborhood until dinner. We can't do that anymore. I say, give a chore list, give them an allowance, watch out for the child molester ice cream wagon, and let them sit in front of the TV until their eyes melt (after the chores are done though). You will make it sister. Enjoy:)
Dear June,
You are so close to June you just don't realize it. I love WWJD and shall incorporate it into my summer.
BRAVO! Great entry, and you didn't disappoint... I've been waiting for your countdown! (p.s. I actually love wearing my apron...)
Kristi's comments made me think back when she was babysitting my kids when she was only 11 years old. I was at work and I swear, the kids called me every other minute. I would threaten them with their lives if they called me again. So, instead, they would call Uncle Lynn or Grandma. She would go over and referee sometimes. I always used to wish I could stay home with them, but it was never possible. Probably a good thing I didn't, they wouldn't be alive today! Hang in there. They grow up and then you get grandkids and they are the best. Love you.
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