I thought I had to be strong
Oh but I was just young
I was scared, I was wrong
10,000 Heather Points for whomever can name those lyrics WITHOUT looking them up!!
As I have well-documented on this here bloggy thingy, I set out this summer with a lot of ambitious academic goals. I attended a school meeting in May that described the horrors of the on-average 2 months of school work memory loss that happens each summer and the good solid month or so it takes teachers to get their students back on track every fall.
I was determined not to let that happen because we have our own academic struggles anyway, and I don't need anything else making us fall behind.
So I pushed my children through school work for the first half of the summer. It wasn't all bad. My girls generally like a lot of school subjects, and I think they like the attention I give them when they do school work. It's Mom-time when there can be a scarcity of that in a three-kid household.
But I have a tendency to push too hard, and I became militant in our studies. I was stressed about falling behind, and I let that fear fuel some meanness. I didn't like who I was becoming.
And then I talked to a friend who was SO SAD summer was ending because she had been having so much fun with her kids and didn't want it to end.
And then I realized that I'm an idiot.
And then we started to have a lot of fun.
We went to the beach, or as Jerseyians say "down the shore."
and crossed the Brooklyn Bridge.
Almost everyone else was a runner, and Gwen was feeling inspired so she ran too.
This freaks me out.
Then we headed to the 9/11 memorial.
There is a man from our little town here in Jersey that died in 9/11. There's a plaque dedicated to him at the park down the street from us. Next time we go, I'm going to find his name on the memorial.
Dan loves his job. And right now, he's working with Staples a lot, so he had to stop for a picture. Too bad they were closed so he couldn't go in and see how they were displaying his beautiful products. Too. Bad.
We stopped by a park to let the kids play for a minute.
and ate pizza before boarding . . .
the Staten Island Ferry.
Then everyone either looked or felt like this. So we went home.
Dan drove, and I only minorly freaked out compared to what I usually do when we drive in the city, and it was a good trip.
Later that night after everyone was in bed, Dan found June like this on our couch.
The girls have been listening to TSwift's "Welcome to New York" on repeat ever since.