Yesterday was the last day of the school year. The last day of half-days for SuperChic. The last day of elementary school for Rapunzel.
I remember those days. As the clock tick-tick-ticked it’s way to Summer vacation I would get more and more anxious. Every tick was a second closer to freedom, a second closer to days spent lying in the sun, staying up all night, and sleeping all day.
Hot Summer days where we ran around in bathing suits, played in the sprinkler, and were always sticky with sugar from Kool-Aid popsicles.
Those days are nothing more than memories now. Good memories, but still memories.
Now, the tick of the clock brings me closer and closer to endless hours of trying to amuse my girls.
Hours where they can’t run through the sprinklers, because we live in the desert during a drought. Hours where they’ll beg me for popsicles and trips to the beach.
Hours where I will surely loose my mind in the lines at Disneyland, cleaning sand out of my hair from trips to the beach, and spending too many hours in traffic on the freeway, all to make memories for my girls.
Filed under: 
