Gone Fishin'

It's 10:07 am on a Monday morning and every single one of my children are asleep on one of my couches. They're on the couches because the a/c unit for the upstairs of our house has broken, again, and it's hotter up there than it is in Denver right now.

(Yes, we have two a/c units and yes, I also thought this was the most outlandishly stupidly indulgent thing I'd ever seen...until I saw summer in Houston. Turns out, when one of them breaks, it takes two days of running the Last A/C Unit Standing ad 65 just to get your house cooled to a balmy 78, with 1,034% humidity.)

(That scream you hear on the 5th will be me, opening my electricity bill.)

They're asleep because we sat up until 12/12:30 watching some bullshit on the tv and playing games, like we do every night, beccause it's summer vacation and they weren't tired yet. They're tired now

I always admired parents who could set a bedtime (7:30 seems to be the standard, from what I hear) and stick to it, even in the summer, even when the sun is up, even when there is not a damn thing to do the next day. I am not one of those people. On a school night, sure, we're all in our beds by nine, but I am one of those people that pronouces vacation harder than summer

I believe in vacation. I believe in summer vacations. I don't agree with year round schools and I don't think that kids need to be shoved into a bunch of camps and classes to retain the infomation they learned the previous school year. (To let their parents go to work? Absolutely.) Summer vacation is survival of the fittest for education. What was taught well and what's important will stick...the rest will get washed away by the water park. 

I think it's important for kids' brains to go fishing on a regular basis. I think it's important for the rest of them to, also, but that's just me and my unladylike hobbies talking. 

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I said everything else I had to say in my latest Momversation contribution. Which we are now doing solo. And it kind of freaks me out. See, voice for print.

Gone Fishin'

Tonight, I will check my email, look for Michelle's home address so I can mail her the iTunes card she has coming to her, and then this laptop is going in a box under my bed until the new year.  (cue Belinda Carlyse) Vacation, all I ever wanted, vacation have to get away...

See, it's that bad that I'm quoting Belinda Carlyse. *shudder*

I'll return on the 1st either refreshed and renewed and ready to hit it hard or twitching, drooling and dragging one leg behind me.  Either way, blog fodder.  Far be it from me to leave you all hanging with no holiday cheer, however.  I've lined up a star studded cast of guest posters, none of which have ever been in my uterus.  There's a first time for everything, dawg.  So, me and mine bid you and yours a fond fairwell, and wish you love and laughter and chocolate.  Especially the chocolate.

(Go on, push play.  It'll hurt, but it's short.)
(Unless, of course, you're reading this in your reader. You'll just have to click through this one time.)

Wishing You a Very Merry Christmas from Mr Lady on Vimeo.
And if you want something more, say, in tune, here's a playlist for you of my mostest favorite holiday songs.  It'll be over there in the sidebar until New Year's, too. Hell, the first ten people who say they want the cd version and then email me their address get it.  Mr Lady, out.