Summer Affairs

There are days, like yesterday, when I'm screaming to myself, "Why, God, did I sign us up for so many summer activities?!"

And then there are days like today when I say, "Oh.  This is why."  And we run like a well-oiled machine.

We are coming off a weekend of only two kids.  The big kids went on their annual rendezvous at Camp Grandma.  Brian and I quite enjoyed our little foursome but did find it oddly a little boring.  And quiet!  We were a whole 15 minutes early (that's right, EARLY) to church because I didn't adjust my "getting ready" time.

The Babies.

Regardless of the ease of having just two, we were happy to be one unit again come Sunday.  For one thing we were starting to get a little arrogant with just how awesome we could have been if we had stopped after two babies.  And also, Katherine was turning up the entitlement notch a little too high for my liking.  She does much better stuck in the middle than she does as the eldest.

Father's Day DQ. Mustaches all around.

I have our college sitter lined up to come one day per week this summer.  This helps me with activity pick-up drop-off and has also gotten me back on the meal-planning wagon.  If you're interested, this week's menu is as follows:

Monday: Skillet Gnocchi with Shrimp and Asparagus
Tuesday: Broccoli Crunch Salad
Wednesday: Prosciutto, Tomato and Olive Spaghetti
Thursday: Quinoa with Asparagus, Peas, Avocado, and Lemon Basil Dressing
Friday: Guacamole Salad

All these can also be found on my Pinterest page which you can link to up above if you haven't already.

After I was finished with my week's grocery shopping yesterday I went to pick William up from his golf league.  Our nanny was still at the house so I got to sit all by my lonesome in the sunshine and sip my iced latte while I waited for William to finish his last couple holes.

It's funny how life comes full circle.  Twelve or thirteen years ago I was the nanny.  And I was doing golf pick up and drop off.  I called them "my kids."  They weren't.  But I loved them just the same.  Now I'm the parent at the golf club.  And I still love it.  Unfortunately now I have to pay out instead of collect even though my job now is loads harder than it was back then.  I sleep less too.  And I have to cook, clean and do the laundry.  Sometimes I don't even get to shower.  Wow.  Now that I'm laying this all out I'm thinking I need to talk to management about a raise.