Summer rocks. There’s no doubt about it.
I wanted to write a Top Ten Tuesday post about the things I love about summer, but I’m pretty sure that it would be boring and predictable – popsicles, picnics, swimming, family vacations, blah, blah, blah.
Instead, I decided to write about the disappointments of my summer.
I’m usually all sunshine and warmth, so I thought this might be a welcome departure from my normal chirping birds and rainbows.
- I’m a sunscreen delinquent.
Today, I remembered to reapply my sunscreen. Once. I still got pink, but not nearly as burned as if I’d forgotten all together.
That’s what I usually do.
- Ticks come in.
Our cats bring in ticks more often than I’d like to admit. I’m constantly yelling, “Joe, where are the tweezers? There’s a tick on the cat!”
- There are sweet, juicy fresh strawberries everywhere.
Strawberries give me hives. I adore them. I love the smell, the sight, and the taste. And I can’t eat them or else I’ll be itchy and scratching for weeks.
- I have to weed my garden.
When it’s cold out, the weeds don’t grow. When it’s warm out, they do grow, and they won’t crowd my colorful beauties because I fail to get out there and pull them out.
- I have to nag my husband to mow the lawn.
Joe hates to mow the lawn. I hate to mow the lawn. I’m a bigger whiner, so it became his job, but he only does it every two three four weeks or so.
- I have to sit under a blanket in our living room.
If we keep our air conditioning warm enough that our living room is comfortable, then the upstairs is too hot. If it’s comfortable upstairs, our living room is freezing. There’s no happy medium.
- There are yard sales everywhere.
Every time we pass a yard sale, I feel compelled to stop and look for Polly Pocket and Littlest Pet Shop toys. Like we need more toys around here.
- I don’t get to sleep in.
Okay, no mother gets to sleep in, but that doesn’t stop me from lamenting every morning that my kid gets up before 6 am.
- On the same note, I stay up too late.
There’s so much to do! So much to write, so much to say, so much to clean, so much…
- There isn’t enough of it.
Okay, so I’m a teacher and I get 10 weeks off from work, but I still long for more.
Disappointments and all, it’s still better than any other time of year!
Happy first (or second) day of summer!
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