This is the second day of summer (the days she’d normally be in school are how I count it) and I’ve officially blown my uber-mommy wad. I’m done.
Here’s a short list of what we’ve done since Friday:
Set up a grow your own crystal experiment.
Done three candy experiments from the book.
Made t-shirt bracelets.
Tried out the playground at her new school.
Let her make breakfast with zero help from me.
Made a master summer schedule so she knows when she’s going to each camp/activity/class in the next 11 weeks.
Made cheat sheets for what to eat for lunch and breakfast.
Refused t.v. and videogames for 2 days.
Waited through the “what can I do?” “what would YOU do?” pleas and stoically pointed at the “BORED” sign on the fridge.
Took her grocery shopping so there’s food in the house she wants.
Helped her plant her sprouted garden starts.
Got out the facepaint.
Quietly put a book in her reach without her noticing and fist-pumped when I found her immersed in it 10 minutes later.
Quietly put a pencil down next to her as she perused the summer “homework” packet her teacher gave to her. Fist-pumped again when I found her filling it in.
Printed out a coloring contest entry form and “accidentally” left it out on the table with colored pencils.
Shoved her out the door because it’s sunny, damn it.
Ignored it when she took pretzels upstairs.
Ignored it when she begged me for another playdate.
Ignored it when she went back for another popsicle.
Ignored it when she asked me AGAIN for another playdate.
Noticed that she just went back for more of that book.
All of the over the top projects are done for the summer and now she’s on her own to fend for herself with red popsicles, scooby doo episodes and Katy Perry songs.
Phew. It’s good to get over the hump early. It’s all corn dogs from here on out. I’mma be over here with a beer at 4pm every day until September.