All posts tagged: vacation

Mother Nature: Saying Good-bye to School

By Leslie Lindsay It may be that I am the worst mother in town.  You see, I love my kids…but I don’t want school to be out for summer.  Nope.  No way.  Nada.  Sure, they are excited.  And I remember that joyous, carefree feeling of flying out of the school doors on the last day and thinking, “Whoo—hoo!  Good-bye school and heeellllooo summer.”  As an elementary kid, that was just about the best feeling in the world.  I had it all planned out in my mind:  pool and trips to the local attractions like the zoo and Six Flags, if I could get mom to take me. In all honesty, my summers were pretty fun.  It didn’t always mean the big pool, but perhaps the plastic one with the built-in-slide shaped like a turtle.  It meant popsicles and the smell of mom’s Hawaiian Tropic suntan oil (back before we cared about high SPF).  It meant mac ‘n cheese for lunch everyday because I wasn’t buying school lunch. Yet, I wonder how my mom felt about …

The Teacher is Talking: What to do this Summer

By Leslie Lindsay This is your kid in school: [visualize your studious child sitting in neat rows of desks, her hand rising every so often to answer the teacher’s questions and coming home eager to complete homework assignments and projects]. This is your kid on summer vacation:  [picture sunny days and blue skies, glistening swimming pools, all of the Caldecott books read, picnics in the park.  Smiles on all faces, including yours]. Seems it never is what we think it will be, right?  [That’s sort of what I was thinking]. Here’s the relatity:  Your child(ren) is having a great time on summer vacation.  At least for the first 48 hours.  You slowly try to become acquainted to having your “free time” intruded upon by at least one little person, and wonder, “how am I ever going to get to Target with these kids under foot?”  Your children argue, bicker, fuss, crab, and cry.  And that is just in the first hour or so of your day.  The Life cereal has run out and all you can …

The Emerald Isle: They may not be Irish…but the bagpipes are cool

By Leslie Lindsay I wonder if I can pound out a blog in the next twenty minutes before I run off to pick up my daughter from preschool?  Hummm…sounds like an emperical question.  In fact, that was what my now husband-then-boyfriend used to say when I would have some psychology-related question (more like musing).  I thought I was being particularly astute with an observation or insight and then he would sort of smash it when he cocked that grin and suggested it could actually be studied.  (Where’s the fun in that?!) But I digress.  Sort of.  You see, when I first “met” my husband, he was away in Ireland/Scotland.  With a friend.  Who was a girl.  (I know now that it was completely platonic, but at the time, I had no idea).  I had just started working at the same place as my would-be-honey.  I didn’t know I’d fall in love with the guy.  But I heard about his travels and it piqued my curiosity.   I love to travel, as well.  Alas, I have never …