Let’s muse about Pizza and Summer plans over iced tea and spice cake.
The road warriors pulled in yesterday at around 3:30 p.m., and we were ready.
When the road warriors arrived, I was picking Cole up at school, by the time we returned home they had already unpacked the van, let out their dogs, my dogs and our campers, and were just starting the cocktail hour; they really are traveling ninjas.
We ordered pizza last night, and when my mom put it on the table she removed the entire wrapping and left the pizza exposed to the cold air.
I was like, “Why did you do that?” and quickly raced to find a bowl large enough to put over the pizza while it was still piping hot. My mom was very apologetic. When Cole walked into the room and saw the pizza still exposed to the cold air, he wondered “What the heck?” I explained, and with deepest sincerity he looked at my mom and said, “Why?” Every Chicago pizza fan knows that you never pull the wrapper all the way off the pizza and let the heat out of the bag. Of course, we all burst into laughter at the sight of Cole’s perplexed face. The pizza was not as hot as we would have liked, but the laughter made up for it, and we are pretty sure that my mom will never repeat her pizza faux pas.
Would you like a piece of spice cake?
Our school year is officially over and our summer is only for the next three months. When we return from Ireland, Cole is footloose and fancy free. I never signed him up for summer camps, joined pools, or considered it my job to entertain him. I say “yes” and “go” to just about every suggestion Cole makes and allow him plenty of room to become bored. I find that giving him money to do the things he wants costs me less than signing him up for activities. We won’t have summer reading goals or limits on television and computer games; bedtime, which I still enforce during the school year, will fly out the window. He has committed to run the grooming side of Camp-Run-A-Pup because he is saving money to buy a car next year. Our summer plans are made-to-order for a mom who loves throwing control and expectations to the wind for three months and for a boy who usually has no trouble entertaining himself. I will be ready for rhythm and routine in September, but I can already feel myself breathing out the school year and breathing in summer.
Has your school year ended? Do you enjoy the lazy, hazy days of summer, or does the lack of routine and endless sticky counters drive you nuts? I don’t think there is a right way to do summer, but I hope that everyone has some time to just relax and enjoy their kids’ summer vacations with them.