Summer is over.
I am going back to work.
Probably it is just the nick of time.
I have run out of time killers.
Remember when back in the 80's tv writers went on strike. That was about the time I first discovered David Letterman. It was also about the time my parents, my brother and I took a roundabout driving vacation to visit some family friends in Ohio.
During the day my brother and I would sleep in the minivan and ignore my parents as they pointed out hand powered corn gins and quilt shop after quilt shop. Early on in the vacation my idiot brother kept count of how many different state license plates he saw. Out loud.
By the time we got to the hotel every night Uncle Bachelor and I were wide awake. We would take a swim in the hotel pool and then get ready for bed and watch Letterman. By that time I was pretty delerious from the drive and Uncle Bachelor was delirious from the sheer fact that he was still alive after being forced by my dad to be my "victim" so I could practice my life saving skills. (Hey! The hair carry is a legitimate life saving technique. And my dad thought it was funny.)
Letterman would come on and Uncle Bachelor and I laughed our heads off. Partly because Letterman was funny and partly because my dad would sit on the bed and say repeatedly, "That guy is NOT funny. He thinks he is funny, but no one else does. He's stupid!"
Anyway, during the writer strike they would do Network Time Killers. Obviously to kill time on the show. My favorite was What is Hal Gurney Wearing? Every night he was wearing the same thing - tan chinos, blue oxford and so on. Hilarious. My dad thought otherwise.
Back to the summer.
I am out of time killers.
Indoors during the heat of the day we have done markers, play doh, cartoons, cleaning, blocks, wrestling.
Outside we have eaten popsicles, rode bikes, gone to the park, chased squirels, sidewalk chalked, watered plants.
We have walked the mall, shopped at the toy store. We have blown bubbles, visited Gramma and picked The Coach's vegetables.
Saigie and I even laid in bed one afternoon and ate a whole package of cookies.
I am tapped out. I am out of entertaining ideas.
I will miss the "lazy" days of heading to the park and cuddling babies after nap, but.........
It is time for me to go back to work. The babies are headed to day care for the first time in their lives. (They previously had a sitter. She moved.)
I am going now to answer a hundred questions a day from different teenagers instead of just Tayte. I am going to refuse to clean up after them instead of following them around with towels. I am going to put on heels, make up, and even a bra.
It will be a nice change of pace. Until about Thanksgiving. Then I will be ready to be home again.
Any big changes coming your way?