Well, it is the first day of summer vacation for the kid. I thought I'd try to make it special and take her to breakfast before dropping her at summer camp. It's too early for summer camp and there was nothing on the plan for today and I thought breakfast would be a nice little bit of the day when she wouldn't be bored with the little kids and when we could spend a little extra time together.
My vision: I'd let her sleep late and she'd get up singing happy songs about how school was out. We'd get ready for our days, pack our lunches, head out to a restaurant where a waiter would take my order for a nice healthy breakfast that included eggs, biscuits and fruit. Then, we'd head back to the house, pick up our lunches and go do our separate things.
What happened: I let her sleep late and got 5"3" of attitude, huge hair, and grumpiness, followed by complaining about what she had picked to take for lunches this week. At this point, she'd been up for 50 minutes and I'd spent 25 minutes of that walking by myself and another 20 showering and getting ready, and those other 5 minutes were about all the father/daughter time I thought I could handle. So, I stepped her back and gave her another 5 to adjust her attitute. After that, it was all sherry and giggles as we did my morning garden walk and finished getting ready. She picked a burger place for breakfast and rushed me through the whole thing. "Hurry, hurry, hurry, I want to get to camp and see Shelley (the camp counselor)". "Stop singing. You don't know how." "Don't dance. You don't know how."
She's so lucky. She has no idea how few parents are actually happy enough to sing and dance. Even if they don't know how. One day she's going to remember that it wasn't all fighting about homework and chores.
On a side note, I'm going to have to be careful what I blog about. After my post yesterday about the sudden summer storm, we had a gulleywasher yesterday evening. There were even some blown down trees in the 'hood. Thunder, lightening, the cap blew off our chimney. No serious damage and thankfully, no hail.
And, the kid finally has a college fund. I realized yesterday that, after two years, every extra dime wasn't going to clothes, dolls, and legal fees and it was time to put that extra money into her continued education, or I was going to start spending it on myself. So, I opened the account, deposited a nice chunk of quilt fabric money (yes, that's what I would have spent it on) and plan to watch that 1.1% apr make it grow. Right!
Anyway, it's a start. Now if I can just be regular about putting money in every payday, maybe she won't spend all her adult life sleeping on our couch. Yes, our couch. I plan to turn her room into a second sewing room the day after she moves out, so there won't be anyplace to sleep but the couch.
Take care and have a great Thursday. I'm a little behind on my ambitious plan to finish the fancy quilt and get working on the Indian Orange Peel. I put the last quilting stitches in today instead of last weekend and now I need to bind it. I promise, pictures are forthcoming. Lane