Jonah just blew through his school bus pick up time. When I went into his room and shook him, he rolled over and snored. He's still recovering from a sleepover party on Saturday. I'll give him another 20 minutes and then I'll drive him to camp. 

He attends a day camp about 30 minutes away. It's pricey. We're pretty grouchy about paying the bill every year, but we keep doing it, because they keep him moving from 9 to 4. He isn't sleeping until 1 and paying video games all day. He's playing soccer, using the zip line and swimming. He chats with the older counselors who have been hand picked for wholesomeness. He comes home exhausted and content. 

Next year, we might send him to this camp with yurts in Vermont. 

Ian and I have been chumming around at various swim clubs. My abs hurt from the lap lane. Ian can keep up with the big kids in the deep end. Damp towels are draped over the lawn chairs in the backyard. The flags of summer. 

I hear a kid moving around upstairs, so it's time to drive him. While I was writing this post, I listened to Katie Couric interview Anne Marie Slaughter. When I get home, I want to read about being too busy.