I have never been a planner. In fact, I am unusually lazy (at [all] times). There are a few days of every single week when no one in this house gets dressed. No. One. Sure, I'm busy. I'm busy because having small children demands all of your head space/ emotional space/ physical space/ time and space a good 20 of the 24 hours in any given day. But I've never been good at planning out our days with crafts and projects. I'm not a scheduler. I'm prone to just let the wind move us in any given direction and cross my fingers that no one steps in a bee hive and that we have money for pizza. Sometimes this makes me the best mom ever. Sometimes it makes me the worst. Often times, I am steadily mediocre.
So when these kids started pulling at my pajama pants on Tuesday for some serious attention and performing random acts of clashing, bashing and yelling, it was crystal clear that they really needed a break from all the chaos that comes with putting together a new home. I realized that I needed to put back on my lazy pants, toss a "screw it" into the ether and whisk them right up out of here for a day of following bliss. Only bliss. FREE bliss. All work and no play makes mommy twitchy and the babies zig-zag in all the directions. Of course, I already knew that but for some reason I got ambitious with this new house. Must. Finish. All. Boxes. Before. Its.....too late!
Off we went. And it was awesome.
And so it is with great pleasure that I welcome laziness back into my life and offer up that I might not get this house in order until September. I'm exhaling out box dust and washing the newspaper print off my sweaty hands. I refuse to hang one more picture this week. I laugh at the fact that I keep forgetting to get body wash and that we have been washing with shampoo for a week now.
I'm exchanging all the details for chlorine scented pools, river walks and sandy lakes. I'm gonna put on my sunglasses and bathing suit and dip us all in vats of sunscreen. Because it's time to follow our bliss, lessen the amount of rules and dive right in. It's time for mini-golf, fireworks and slushies, bathing suit wedgies and swimming pool baths. It is time to sit poolside and eat an entire box of crackers and a bag of lollipops.
It's summertime, dudes. It's summertime.