If you are even a little bit familiar with me, you know I don’t like to cook. I find it to be a very tedious, boring, thankless job that never ends. This is a problem because I do really like to eat, and I don’t particularly care for fast food and there’s only so much pizza one person can take (It’s true! I’ve reached that limit.). So what’s a girl to do? Send her child to cooking camp! Oh yes, I do believe this is one of my top ten best ideas ever. I’m not kidding. I think it’s such a good idea, in fact, that I’m trying to figure out a way to cajole the local cooking school into making it a year-round thing, not just one measly little week in summer.
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Today, we cried and screamed like toddlers on the inside as we drove to the airport, leaving behind our lovely Nurture Her Nature family vacation. As Ali mentioned last week, we took the girls to Tampa this year, and it was the perfect balance of play and relaxation. I think I speak for Ali as well when I say that if you’re considering a family vacation, follow in our footsteps — except plan better for meals. We had to throw out too many groceries, making us both sick at the sight of wasted food. Other than that, perfection.
A lot is celebrated today — fame, money, beauty, marriage, sports, I even celebrated a good hair day last week. There’s nothing wrong with celebrating; I love a good Hooray! But I think it’s also important to be aware of what exactly we’re celebrating, and maybe a good hair day just doesn’t cut it. This past weekend, we celebrated my sister Lora. She recently graduated with another two degrees. Of course, we are so proud of her, and the celebration was a traditional graduation celebration, but it was also much more than that. I could say she’s the smart one of the family, and that’s true, but a lot more than just her smarts got her through those classes, so we also celebrated her determination, her perseverance, and her dedication to her learning goals.
This past week, Ali had to be out of town on business, and I had the pleasure of the girls’ company for a night. Story was excited to have a sleepover, and I made plans to have a little slumber party in the living room. While I always want the girls to have fun when they’re all together, I made a crucial mistake in my planning. I viewed Riley and Maddie as guests.
On the very first day of summer vacation, the Little Shit struck again.
We were at my parents’ house, and Brooke, Dad, and I were taking turns push-mowing the yard. (Dad has developed an old-man obsession with the yard. His riding mower needed a new part, and he simply couldn’t wait.) So, we were all covered in grass clippings, and Brooke’s feet were green, thanks to the flip-flops she was wearing. We were relaxing on the porch, just enjoying the afternoon, and suddenly summer was shattered.