Dog Days of Summer

We are here, knee deep in the dog days of summer.  It's so freakin' hot, nobody wants to go outside except the dogs and seriously, I'm about to kill them.

Unless there is a pontoon boat involved, I don't really want to go out either.  I had a few people ask me where my blog post is this week and all I could say was, "It's going to be late....'Cuz summer." I said this through tissue because I caught a summer cold.  In the winter it is totally acceptable to do things during a cold.  In the summer....it's a near death experience and the only cure is movies.  Can we just enjoy the art of doing nothing or do we have to get sick first?

I wish I could spend all day typing out my blog, working on my book or drawing this pelican that's been niggling at me.  It just isn't happening, though.   If I sit in front of my computer, my kids are most likely doing the same thing only in a 'Phinneas and Ferb' or 'selfie' sort of way.  I can only ignore them for so long before I feel the mom in me say, 'Enough'.

I'm not sure I am doing "summer" very well either.  I'm not making my kids do math.  We aren't doing camps or VBS.  We are just doing summer.  Pulling weeds, picking veggies, swimming and playing.  We are doing this with a degree of laziness.  We are doing nothing on a time schedule.  "By the end of today x,y and z are your chores.  Come find me when you are finished."  When my son scared the shit out of me dressed as Deadpool asking me to check his chores; I was just glad he hadn't been on his tablet the entire day. (He hasn't seen the movie even though he has asked 600 times.)

We did manage to have a lake day and, let me tell you, pontoon boat happened.  I am in love with the pontoon boat.  It was a great day!  Remember my friend Redneck?  She is truly a gift, because she gave us this awesome Wednesday.  I think I might've offended her with that nick name.  I should explain to her, that in my family, 'Redneck' is a name of honor. 

This is all I can do.  

I was all excited until she told me she thought she had the amoeba.  The amoeba wha...?  The brain eating amoeba that you can only get through your nose in lake water.  It's a real thing and scarier than sharks.  I know because I Googled it.  I was tempted to buy the whole clan nose plugs.  I didn't because my husband thought I was nuts -no matter how well I argued the safety first issue.

At one point during lake day, my son and two girls from the other families decided to swim to the shore.  We laughed and joked about them starting their own colony on the island and reminisced how we all secretly watched Blue Lagoon back in the day.  Then as these things do, it morphed into 20 years later where Jesse had a beard and 12 kids.  We called them back in the lake.

It was a beautiful day, we all got a little sunburn and no official reports of amoebas yet.

I have some friends that are all, "I can't wait for school to start!"  Usually they say this with a hashtag, but I am not there yet.  Not even close. I'm still reveling in sleeping in and not packing lunches, as I rub aloe on our sunburns.  Don't even get me started on spelling lists and homework.  I'm not ready.  I am content here at Camp Slug/Tonya.  We aren't going anywhere and we are barely doing anything, you are welcome to join us.

Be warned though, this is the current toilet paper situation...

And we may have an ant situation...

Let's stomp...