A major work commitment for the summer is finished. Which is good, because camp is almost over and I’ll have two little kids with me every minute until September. Which is also good, because they’re great kids, and I’m psyched to have fun with them instead of doing the multi-tasking thing. I’m done with reading Bowling Alone on a bench next to swim practice and looking up occasionally to give my son the thumbs up, so that he’s not swimming alone.
There have already been some great little moments to the summer. Nothing to build an essay around, but just little good things. I’ve buried them under the flap, because I assume that no one but my husband gives a crap about this stuff. Still, it’s good to write all this stuff down.
