We spent Canada Day weekend at my brother and sister-in-law's farm. This tradition stretches back to before CJ. When we remarked on this, CJ gaped at us in horror and disbelief: "WHAT?!" I know, kid. It's hard to believe there was a time when you didn't yet exist.
This is our first week of summer holidays, and the first summer I've attempted to work approximately as many hours as during the school year. Babysitting has been arranged; we're on day two, and so far, so good, thanks to my trusty ear plugs. But ... will it be hard to work from 9-3 while the children play? Will I regret not taking time off? Will the kids feel like they've had a real summer?
Here are a few of my compensatory plans:
* biking to swim lessons at the outdoor pool (shifting work hours to accomodate)
* post-3pm outings to library, Herrles, park, air conditioned mall, etc.
* looking after the neighbours' chickens (all this week! nearly a dozen eggs collected this morning!)
* dogsitting (first go, this weekend; and we'd be open to dogsitting more often, if you have a dog you'd like sat)
* one promised day-trip to the local outdoor water park (Albus got a free pass for volunteering as a crossing guard at school; very clever, local outdoor water park, very clever)
* summer movie matinee
* one week away at a cottage
* visiting brand new cousin, when born (due August 8th!)
* ?? TBA
* please share your plans and ideas
And a few more compensatory plans, for myself:
* swimming during the little kids' swim lessons
* more exercise in the evenings, fewer early mornings (I'm down to two/week, and barely managing it; no naptime, and late nights)
* stretching after soccer
* taking time to hang the laundry outside, even during work hours
* saying yes to social invitations
Labels: holidays, kids, play, summer, word of the year, work