Summer Slothing

Toward the end of every school year, I start to have these grand aspirations that I'm going to be a Very Productive and Diligent Writer during the summer months. But then vacation actually rolls around and Productivity pretty much gets tossed into the garbage bin with the junk at the bottom of my kids' book bags. I spend all school year wound up, stressed out, and completely exhausted so that all I have the energy to do is sleep in (if you can call 6:30 "sleeping in"), gorge on too much junk food, and read every moment I can while sitting in an uncomfortable lounge chair at the community pool. To be fair to my kids' teachers, this was one of our better years. But still, even the good years take their toll. 

I have not been a total slacker, though. My husband had foot surgery on the 14th and required some nursing those first few days. He's been a great patient, if not a little antsy to get back to his normal routine. I had to convince him that trying to drive with his left foot would only end in disaster and that he should just sit back and enjoy his mandatory time off. Ha! He still went back to work a day earlier than he was supposed to. He would have gone back two days early, but a certain six-year-old of ours decided to wake up puking on the last day of school. The Husband had to stay home with her while I ran to and from and back again to the elementary and middle schools. I'm still driving my husband to work every day and picking him up. We could never be a one-car family. This back-and-forth stuff sorta s-u-c-k-esses. 

About the only interesting thing we've done these past six days since school ended is re-home six Swallowtail caterpillars. The buggers completely decimated my carrot patch. Not that it was impressive to begin with, but still. A quick Google search told me that Swallowtail caterpillars like parsley and Queen Anne's lace, too. Considering we have (or had) lots of the former and none of the latter, I let them eat all the parsley they could stomach, which turned out to be all of it. Thank goodness all but one caterpillar have turned into a chrysalis, because I'm clean out of food for them (although #6 is now curled up and attached to the top of the habitat. Hopefully in another week we'll have some butterflies! 

on the first day of re-homing

one more to go!

I've given myself permission to sloth around for the next few days. Come Monday morning, I'll be up at 5 AM to get my work done before the kids drag their lazy patooties out of bed. I'm currently 4,000 words behind where I want to be on The Seventh Tribe. Yeah, yeah. I hear ya screaming at me to get it done! I need a shot of Motivation to get me going. And maybe a can of Pringles. At least Blood Type revisions are nearly done, so that's something to celebrate.