Summer living is easy, working…not so much

Ahhhh, summer. Just when we’d given up and thought it would never come to Vancouver, it finally did. Waking up to warm, radiant sunshine reflecting off the glorious mountains and the endless sea, reminded every seasonally-affected one of us, why we choose to live in a rainforest the rest of the year.

So the kids are out of school and refuse to go to anything that smells like structure and/or has a teacher, ie. summer camp. And since we spending our first summer in Whistler, we are devoid of playdates and babysitters. So, in the meantime, I’ve become a Denny’s, open 24/7, peanut butter & jelly sandwiches at the ready, squeezing lemons upon lemons for their lemonade stand for which I’ve not yet seen a dime (I swear they are drinking their profits!), wiping counters and sweeping floors to keep the ants at bay. On a daily basis, I’m fending off the inevitable, “Mom, I’m bored,” or “MOM! He hit me!” or “MOOOOOMMMMMMM! He farted on my pillow and won’t say sorry!!!” with encouraging words to work it out for themselves and large glasses of pinot grigio.

There is no time to workout, no time to shop, no time for a much needed pedicure, no time to write, no time for me. As lovely as summer is, I’m counting the days till I get my beautiful life back.

Twenty-four.

See you in September!
Love Lucie

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Back to Life

It’s no small surprise that every year, that week before Labour Day, I get a bit itchy. One might even say downright bitchy.

But the end of every glorious summer vacation sees me putting together a TO DO BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS list a mile long! I work myself into a complete frenzy thinking about:
– buying new notebooks and pens (for me),
– buying a back to school sweater (a pair jeans, a purse, and a bra) all for me, as my 3 boys don’t want any new clothes, they wear shorts and T-shirts 365 days of the year and they all still fit (!),
– tidying every drawer, throwing out all those old Yahtzee scorecards stained with beer rings,
– getting rid of all those half eaten bag of chips and freezer-burnt popsicles,
– organizing every closet and tossing out all the cherry juice stained t-shirts and see-through bikini bottoms, and calling the Canadian Diabetes Clothesline for a pickup to haul all my summer treasures away.

After two months of charred meat and enough coleslaw to choke the garburetor, I’m ready to say good-bye to sloth and unexpected visitors, especially slothful visitors! I’m ready to say too-de-loo to the kids, who didn’t want to do ANY camps, other than Camp Mama (that’s me!) this summer (let’s just say that anarchy reigned). Good-bye and good riddance to peach cobbler, wine spritzers, and ice cream as a food group!

Helllloooooo beef stew!

Love Lucie