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Summer stretches before us.  It’s the first day of our summer vacation.  No more getting to school on time, going to bed on time, drop off, pick up, do you have your lunch?

Most of me is really excited.  Weekdays we do have to be at swim practice at 9, which I learned last summer is a good thing– and an easy transition since we are up at 6 and throwing on your swimsuit seems just so much gentler than getting dressed for school.  If it weren’t for swim we might not get out of the house.

Not getting out of the house, though, is what I call a really great day.  Not for days on end but a day here and there staying in pajamas and only brushing my teeth.  It helps if there is rain or at least clouds.  A stormy day when there is no place we have to be is glorious, relaxing, and soothing to my Mommy soul.

Suprisingly I get a lot accomplished on these days.  Like the day this spring when Walt felt yucky and just wanted to stay on the couch.  The laundry got clean start to finish.   From dropping the load in the washer, to folding, to placing in the right drawer, laying flat, so you could close the drawer again.  Spider webs in the foyer and the dining/craft/watch people walk by room were swept away.  I actually dusted behind the television.

It was so nice to not think about how to maximize my alone time.  I had lots of time to myself, but I wasn’t alone.  The day offered a way to complete task after task, slowly and thankfully.  My little boy was feeling yucky but he would feel better soon and we could share the house, just the two of us, while Mommy quietly dusted, swept, folded and cleaned.  Heaven.

The part of me that is a little less excited is the part that says, hmmm, what are we going to do?  Together.  All day.  And how am I going to accomplish all the things I need to do, and usually do alone?

This summer we are implementing unpower hour.  I thought the boys might boo the idea, but they seem to be looking forward to it as much as I am.  After swim practice, and lunch at the pool, when we’ve had enough sun and water gun battles, the plan is to come home, get dry and take an hour of quiet time.  Rules:  read, write, draw, plan, play with quiet toys, or rest.

An hour of quiet stretching before me.  Ahhh.  the simple thoughts of summer.