Lazy

My intensive summer training as a child taught me that summers were meant to be spent in pajamas, in front of the TV, eating ice cream, and avoiding the searing Arizona summer heat. Making plans and going outside and having playdates and getting dressed all seem so much more difficult in the summer.

Now I have children who get boooooooored during the day and want to dooooooo something and "What are we going to do today, Mommy?" and "Can we go to the beach and look for starfish, Mommy?" and "I think it's a good day to go to the library, Mommy!" and "Mommy, I'm glad George Bush lives far away from here."

Anyhow, sorry for the lack of posting. I'm busy looking for starfish.

Update:
Doesn't she look thrilled? Give the child a starfish and all you get back is attitude. Pajamas, ice cream, and television is sounding better by the minute.