June 23rd arrived in a lovely fashion…fairly sunny and no alarm clock ringing in my ear. I couldn’t help but smile at the start of my summer vacation; when you are the parent of school-age children, you live and breathe by the school calendar.
And since the calendar now tells us we are on summer vacation, we decided to kick off our summer on the right foot this year.
We packed up the kids for a trip to a nearby indoor water park.
But first I cleaned out the refrigerator. Which means I got rid of all the soupy and mysterious once-vegetables and finally scrubbed off the spilled caramel ice cream topping. There wasn’t too much sweat or swearing involved in pouring out the cucumbers from the veggie bins. However, things were different with the caramel clean-up on aisle “needs better refrigerator hygiene.”
I can’t remember, but I believe I got the jar of caramel ice cream topping for some froofy dessert I made back at Christmas. And at some point it tipped over. With its lid not properly affixed. And the contents, except for the scant tablespoon or so remaining in the jar, made it’s way to the bottom of the fridge.
So yes, there was a bit of swearing sweating involved in its removal.
All of which put my in the proper frame of mind to stand around in a bathing suit for 15 hours exhibiting my chicken flesh.
Of course, a few 15 hours or so more and I’ll be back home with the rest of my summer stretching before me.
Filled with such gems of joy as cleaning out the kids’ closets.