I am an idiot. Over the past 3 months, while smart moms everywhere were firing off applications and checks to day camps, sleep away camps, sports clinics and summer education enrichment, I got it into my pea-sized brain that This Was the Summer We'd Forego It All and kick it old school - freestyle. See the Mary Cassat painting? Those were the pastels the rogue section of my brain used to paint visions of joy and harmony and dappled sunlight. While alarms were going off on the logical side of my brain, I was busy dreaming up sample schedules:
8:00 am: Fruit -of-the-day and pancake breakfast. Sing-along.
9:00 am: Mom & Me Yoga, followed by Twister.
10:00 am:"Butterfly Girls" Book Club in hammock. Use dandelions for bookmarks.
11:00 am: home-made popsicles from fresh-squeezed juice.
11:10 am: Bubbles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
11:30 am: Driveway chalk paintings a la Mary Poppins. Sing "Spoonful of Sugar" etc.
12:00 Picnic lunch with Jack Johnson music. Discuss college possibilities with 10 & 7 year old.
1:00 pm: Pen Pal Club. Write to the Amish. And the Jonas Brothers.
1:30 pm: nap.
2:00 pm: Lemonade stand. Send proceeds to China earthquake relief.
4:00 pm: Craft Time: Spell "Love" in Chinese letters with popsicle sticks. Send to earthquake victims.
5:00 pm: Jump-rope "see you tomorrow" song.
6:00 pm: bed.
Reality Check: Pop Tarts, Applejacks, Disney Channel, Game Cube, Nintendo, and an amorphous, unending , ear-splitting, nerve-grating, Valium-prescription-inducing soundtrack of:
"Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.....
in a most delight-ful way."