Summer Vacation

Yesterday was the first day of summer vacation. I was talking to my husband on Sunday and complaining about having to work. It wasn't fair to the kids. Shouldn't they be able to have summer vacations like I did, sleeping late, hanging out, riding bikes to the pool with a dollar for a soda and a frozen Charleston Chew?

Yes, they do, they deserve more than a summer filled with camps day after day, week after week. Still having to get up in the morning by a certain time. Me still having to fill backpacks with lunches, snacks and gatorade.

Time to look at the budget. There must be a way for me to stay home. People I know live on much less than my husband makes. What do they do? I don't consider myself extravagant, so how can we do it?

Monday morning, 9:11 am. My oldest son says "Mom, I'm bored. There is nothing to do."

I laugh out loud.

"Get your brother, basketball camp starts in an hour."