This summary, I fear, needs some clarification. This past week, a good friend of mine received a text from her husband. He was leaving her...for another woman. When she got home, he'd already packed up and left. She was left to tell their children, friends, her parents, and herself. This was not a dream. It was a nightmare. A text? A text?! A text! What a jerk.
My family is well into the throws of summer. We wake at 6:45 (YUCK!) and the Princess goes to 7:15 Swim Team practice. (So very early. So very tired.) Man-Cub and Not-to-big-to-say-he-loves-me have practice at 8:15. At 9:30, the Princess goes to Pottery and Art camp. I pick her back up at 12:30 and we eat lunch, go to the pool, and play with our friends. Once the friends start coming, the question of snacks comes up. Over. And over. And over. Again. So here is something I did last year and I really need to start again this year.
A Snack Station!
Photo by: Mark Lund
Just grab a container and throw in the stuff that's OK for snacking on. When the kiddos are hungry, they can go to the fridge, pull out the Snack Station and pick what they want. Hope this helps you as much as it helped me last year.
This week, Man-cub started driving on his own more. He has acted responsible and grown up with his curfews and limitations; Not-to-big-to-say-he-loves-me graduated from 5th grade. Not only did he graduate, he was an honor roll graduate. This is quite a feat as he had to overcome a lot of obstacles this year; Finally, the Princess worked up the nerve to swim in her first swim meet. Something she said she'd never do. She did so great and I think she's as proud of herself as we are of her.
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