This is a follow up to last summer’s post by the same name. Because I find myself in another summer writing slump and have decided that sometimes you just need to recycle old ideas and call it good.
This summer has been a welcome hiatus from the draining routine of the school year. It’s hard to complain when you can spend a day playing a little of this and a little of that, eating a lot of this and even more of that. We have enjoyed impromptu play dates, surprise dinner guests, and spur-of-the-moment outings There is something magical about the freedom of summer that is undeniably relaxing and rejuvenating.
There is also something undeniably chaotic about it. I often feel like I am living minute-to-minute, never totally sure what the hell is next on the agenda, where I put my pants, or what the next meal will entail – let alone who will cook it. WAIT. AM I SUPPOSED TO BE COOKING IT?!?
Not to mention the fact that my children have seemingly become nocturnal – refusing to go to sleep until the sun sets. In Switzerland.
Don’t even get me started on the state of destruction that has overtaken my house. Even my husband has noticed it, which is how I know it’s really off the charts.
But alas when the house is so messy I can’t see straight, I head outside and play Cornhole. It’s our yard game of choice this year.
I thought it would pale in comparison to last year’s Ladder Toss, but I was wrong. Not only is it fun to say – CORNHOLE! – but everyone seems to enjoy it. Or at least if they hate it, they haven’t told us yet.
What about Creepy Baby? asked no one. Oh, she’s good. She hangs out in my underwear drawer these days because I realized a few weeks ago that I needed to tuck her away before one of my daughter’s friends stumbled on her during a play date. I would hate for my child to lose friends due to my unsettling hobby. (More importantly, I didn’t want those mangy kids touching her ski mask.)
But CB did make a brief appearance on the 4th of July.
Even I was too confused and disturbed by this image at the time to post it. I was going for artsy, but instead it looks like she gave birth to a star on my bed. Sorry, America.
On the upside, Creepy Baby got a shout-out in this round-up of funny moms online. I was beyond honored to make the cut, considering the fact that the rest of these women are truly hilarious all-stars. If you don’t already, you should go read their stuff. They are a hoot.
To summarize these scattered thoughts, I am loving summer and dreading the return of the school year (will someone else please pack my child’s lunches this year??) but I could probably benefit from a bit more structure again. Otherwise my children may never again taste one of my hot home-cooked meals. And I can’t let them off that easy.
Oh, Summer is not the season for blogging here either. My kids are old enough to fend for themselves, so I really have no excuses except that I get distracted easily.
Oh, and I love corn hole.
Corn hole is a worthwhile distraction and an excellent excuse for not cooking. It’s written in the Summer Handbook.
See but the thing is, even when you have nothing to say, you’re still hilarious. I’ve turned into a blogging bot that can barely manage “We went swimming” and “it is hot.”
I’m starting to think there is no good time for blogging.
Awards for being hilarious, though? Always timely. Congrats!
Glad to know that I’m not the only one in a summer blogging slump. It seems like it should be easier, but alas, it isn’t. Maybe it’s the heat. Or the fact that I’ll make any excuse to be lazy!
Congrats on your funny mom shout out – well deserved for sure!
(And there’s a game called Corn Hole?! I must own it, because yes, yelling “CORN HOLE!” is awesome for sure!) 🙂
Slumps are for winners! School starts the 25th. Since my kids will all be in school I don’t know what I’ll be doing, so blog, I guess? Or those pesky lessons. Or move into the butcher shop. I’m all over the place. Don’t mind me.
Can one play cornhole indoors, because that sounds like FUN. (we live in an apartment, boo)
Summer is not a time for cooking dinner. I’ve probably only made about 6 real meals all summer.
Creepy Baby looks a little, um, slutty.