You're not used to such pessimism around here, are you? I'm not either.
Anyhow, this afternoon we got a little stir-crazy up in here (and it's only June 3rd!), so I de-winterized Henry's sandbox (ie pulled it out from behind the shed and blasted all the cobwebs out of its corners), filled it with hose-water, and let my children praddle around in it. I couldn't resist a few snaps of the li'l miss in her "I Love the 80's" swimsuit and not-matching plaid sun-hat. Oh, and she ate a li'l dirt, too.
The time passed happily until I spotted a spider crawling down my arm and then sustained three itchy (mosquito?) bites in like 4 minutes and said, "Enough! Everybody in!" It was a blur of toweling, swim-diaper-sheding, bathing, drying, wet-garment-hanging and redressing. And then...finally...there was a hint of calm.
Now there are towels and trunks draped o'er every hook and knob in the house. And as I sit here, semi-entranced by the neon frogs on Henry's trousers, I wonder (lament?), what are we going to do with ourselves for the next 4 months? Little people can only be in the sun for so long. But they can't be cooped indoors too long either. We don't have a pool. The playground equipment will burn our buns.
I haven't pandered for advice for quite a while, but tonight, dear friends, I come to you with a question:
What are you going to do all summer? And do you have any suggestions for us?