Why is it that the mostly-beige contents of your fridge feel so much fancier when wrapped in brown paper, popped in a picnic basket and eaten under the shade of a tree? Or is it the chilled wine accompanying the bread and cheese that artificially make them seem so? Either way, sun, sandwiches, Saugvinon, and sitting on a pretty picnic blanket, you'll find no complaints from me.
Is there anyone out there who still has romantic notions regarding summer equalling sunshine? We all hope for a few rays, don't we? We stock up on suncream, dig out our shorts, and ponder over whether we need a new pair of sandals. I always need a new pair of sandals. Even if I end up wearing them in the rain because we've reached our quota of sun for the year. But we don't need to let those showers stop our fun. Rain needn't stop play. Well, when you have two young children, you can't let anything stop play.
I don't suppose the school summer holidays are often likened to a Foxtrot, but the 'slow slow quick quick slow' pace seems a rather fitting comparison. The first week was all about relaxing, taking things easy, encouraging the boys to indulge in a little more sleep. And then we went headfirst in to the uptempo phase with birthdays, birthday parties, appointments and adventures keeping us busy. Now, it's time to ease up on all of the activities and return to a calmer pace and slightly earlier bedtimes so that I'm not dropping both of them off at school wild and exhausted.