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This summer I put the the boys in summer camp, aka Mom Freedom.  Two mornings a week I drop them off for three blissful hours.  I go shopping with no one asking for stuff or pretending like the aisle is “Luigi’s Circuit” from Mario Kart.  No one calls me “Princess Peach Mom” in public.  I can go to multiple stores with a calmness and purpose that I have never imagined.  In, out.  I could get used to this.

When school starts this will happen every single afternoon.  I. Can’t. Wait.  Then I’ll get pregnant and we’ll start this whole process over again.  The time.  The effort.  The inability to wipe ones own bum.  The kid better be pretty dang cute.  I’m told it’s worth it and I clench my teeth and tell Greg I think it’s worth it so it must be.  Right? 

The whole month of June passed by in a blur.  I went to the Wasatch Back Relay Race again, this time as a driver.  The knee is still cruddy so driving was the best I could do.  I was a little worried that I’d be all sad watching them run while I hobbled along in my gimpy glory but I wasn’t.  It looked hard.  And painful.  Been there, done that.  Not sure I want to do it again.  Those girls rocked those hills.  I love them all!

The remainder of our June weekends involved hangin’ out with with family.  Greg’s parents just entered the MTC on Monday and will be gone for the next 18 months.  They gave the each of the boys a picture of them with a nice note on the back.   A-Boy gives it a kiss every night before bed.  

I invited my entire side of the family over for the Fourth of July weekend.  Nine extra people sleeping at my house, piles of crap everywhere.  Thankfully I’m not being literal.  There was just lots of stuff.  Everywhere.  Chaos.    Insanity.  A Good Time.  We had hot dogs and corn on the cob.  We ate an entire watermelon.  We played on the Slip n Slide.  We went to the pool.  We lit fireworks.  We played games.  I’m pretty sure that Mini-Man thought he died and went to heaven at this point right here:

Having the fireman squirt you with his fire hose?  Amazing.  Squirting the other little kids?  Even MORE amazing.  The kid was completely soaked within two minutes. 

June was busy, July is not so much.  A-Boy is turning into a fish at swimming lessons, Mini-Man will finally put his face in the water with little-to-no freaking out.  I consider it a success.  Lessons ended today so to celebrate we sat on the front porch and ate gargantuan ice cream cones.

It’s nice to have time away from the boys.  But its even nicer to sit on the porch with drippy ice cream cones, talking about nothing.  Ah, Summer.  Thank you.

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