Suburban Kvetch

Just beachy (now with an addendum)

Last night my daughter confirmed  plans to spend today at the beach with a friend.

“I have to be at [her] house at 8:30,” she said.

“OK.”

Summer has been schedule-less thus far for me and my daughter.  Getting up and out before 8:30 will require her alarm clock and gentle nudging.  Her mornings have consisted of sleeping in, toaster waffles and TV in bed under a blanket.  She has had plenty of outings with me and her girlfriends but they are usually afternoon and evening.  What this means is that unlike the school year when the house is kidless from 8 - 3; the summer has left me without my prime time to myself.  I’m a morning and early afternoon gal.  For me, it’s the best time for writing, exercising, cleaning and anything else.  So with my son gone for summer school by 7:45 every day, I realized that this meant one thing.

“You’ll be gone the whole day? Starting at 8:30?”

“I go away for a month in a couple of weeks.”

“Yes you do, so this is like a warm-up for me, huh?”

I feigned sad and left her bedroom, checked behind me and on both sides — and did a little jig.

*Edited to add:

As my daughter skulks around getting ready for the day, I prod my son wondering why he’s not awake, eating his morning Lean Pocket, drinking coffee as he’s taking to doing and getting his lunch together for summer school.

There is no summer school today.

Nix that jig.