...of the first month of the summer break. (12 weeks of bliss for them, something less for me)
Connor has a friend over. Scott wants to join in. Actually, the older boys are fairly tolerant of him, but I sense this is fragile and could deteriorate. It's a climate I find it hard to let down in to do some exploratory writing and Deep Thinking.
I can't really blame Connor. I think I was less tolerant of my sister who was 2 1/2 years younger than me.
The four year spread is a bit of a gulf, though, especially since Scott is a young 6.99, and Connor's an average 10.999999. When Scott has friends over they tend to gravitate toward Connor (which doesn't particularly thrill Connor) and Scott ends up odd-one-out. As someone who can't think much beyond the planning and coordinating of the next meal, coordinating complementary play dates seems like a daunting mental exercise.
In fact, my mind is blank before the enormity of it all.
Hopefully I'll find some sea legs soon so I can string a couple of consecutive thoughts together.
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Enough time has passed since writing that last sentence to give me doubt if I ever will again.
Hopefully this gets better.
2 comments:
Say hallo to my lit-tle frien'.
Mr. Mojito.
Coherence will come back. It may take 12 weeks, but it WILL come back.
Bring your laptop in August. I think we have wireless. We'll send the kids out snipe hunting.
There's a time for Deep Thinking and a time for other things... take a break with them and enjoy yourself... what do you have planned for the summer?
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