My Non-Writing Summer...

Well, it’s July. The middle of July to be specific. What the heck happened to June?! I have nothing substantial, in terms of writing, to show for the whole summer. Yeah, that makes me a bit sad L.  But my lack of writing is not due to a lack of trying, because I’ve tried, I promise.

You see, every time the mood strikes, I’m bombarded with reasons why writing can wait. They vary, but have one thing in common—kids. With three boys (oldest is 15, middle is 13, and youngest is 5), I’m too busy. And when I’m not physically going, my head is wrapping around the randomness that leaks from my children’s mouths. I mean seriously, y’all wouldn’t believe the things these kids say!

So, just for fun, and since I haven’t blogged anything in forever, I’m gifting a list of reasons why my summer has been wordless. Enjoy!

1)      “Mom, can we go to the waterpark?” Usually I’m okay with this, because Oklahoma summers must be almost as hot as Hell! Seriously, it’s hot!

2)      “Mom, can we go driving?” My oldest just received his driver’s permit, which means he’ll do anything to get behind the wheel of a car. My nerves, with this whole “parent taught driver’s education” thing, are totally shot. Pray for me, y’all!

3)      “Mom, look at my toenail!” Gross, I know. My middle son ran his big toe over with his skateboard. His toenail turned various shades from the Crayola box, then fell off, then grew back. Fortunately for me, it grew back deformed, which he thinks is awesome and frequently shows off.

4)      “Mom, I have a horn!” Yes, a horn, like a bull’s horn. Because he’s five, he’s a clumsy mess. If he bumps his head and gets a knot, he’s growing a horn. This summer, he’s had three horns, all of which sent me into panic mode, but resulted in nothing more than a good story for him to tell Grandma.

5)      “Mom, the dog’s tooth fell out!” He’s old. Poor guy, I think he has four teeth left now.

6)      “Mom, I’m hungry!” They’re always hungry!

7)      “Mom, I’m going commando today.” That’s code for needing laundry done. Because saying, “Can you wash my clothes?” is apparently way too difficult.

8)      “Do we really have to go to the dentist?” Duh!

9)      “My butt is itchy.” Independence Day chiggers attacked. Some of us were lucky enough to only get them on our ankles, while others endured itchy backsides. It wasn’t fun!

10)  And finally, “Mom, can I get a tattoo?” I nearly blew a gasket on this one. Life choices, son, life choices.

I may not have written much, but I’ve certainly been busy. And it’s been one heck of an entertaining summer.

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