Mamas all over the country are experiencing the adult version of senior-itis; as the school year creaks to an agonizingly slow and expensive close, the kids show up a few minutes later to school, the lunches are packed with slightly less care than at the beginning of the year (aw heck, we know those organic carrots are never gonna see anyone's mouth!), the homework is done but barely, and certainly not double-checked, and the "driving the carpool outfit" which at the beginning of the year at least included a bra, headband, and large dark glasses, is now dangerously close to resembling homelessness. Heaven forbid we need to stop for gas.
I just caught myself entertaining the idea of booking a table at an expensive beach-side restaurant for my son's 5th grade graduation, and then promptly slapped my own self and said, "Are you crazy, man?". I brought snacks, unbidden, to the talent show rehearsal today because I was worried that all the kids were hungry. It needs to stop.
And if I should find myself without work, chores, obligations, and a carload of pre-teens one glorious day this summer, I hope to be attired in the following (and if that bag comes packed with a good book, goat cheese, baguette, and sangria, allllllll the better my friends). I will cruise around some little seaside town on my vintage bike until I find a shady and restful spot, and there you will find me.....anxiously making a to-do list.
Bike photo-Chic Cyclists