Mildly Embarrassing Monday: I Failed At Doing Nothing

Last summer, we did nothing. Nothing but going to the local lake, the library and the Bronx Zoo, I mean. And it was delightful. Except when the children were trying to kill each other. Or when I got so used to sleeping in that going back to school was harder on me than it was on them. But mostly it was delightful. So delightful, in fact, that I'd planned to do it again this summer. I bragged about it. I told everyone that it was my new summer plan.

But this summer Ironflower has to go to dance camp. All the dance company members have to go, so if she wants to be in the company. . .she has to be there. It's only for a week in August. But still, it's something. So of course Lovebug deserves to go to basketball camp for a week. To be fair. And since we were already doing those somethings, I let myself be talked into the swim team at the lake.

Not like it's a hardship to go to the lake. 

But I also signed the older kids up for acrobatics class. It's just once a week. In the afternoon. They're dying to go. It's only an hour a week. 

But when I look at our summer calendar now, with the swim practices and meets and the library activities and the acro class and the two camp weeks. . .it sure doesn't look like nothing.