It’s summer in Wisconsin. My favorite time of year, and this year, the circumstances have aligned to make it particularly above average.
My kids are 11 and 13. Not little kids anymore. Only one of them is flirting with teenagerness (okay, flirting is being nice, but most days he’s still a pretty awesome kid).
Normally during the summer, we do swim lessons, a sports camp or two, tennis lessons, maybe track or horseback riding lessons. It’s usually go, go, go, and this is when I most get tripped up by the conundrum of being a work-at-home mom. It becomes harder than ever to find time to actually work.
This year, when I started throwing out ideas for summer activities, the boys were quiet. When I demanded a response, they grumbled and suggested a couple things, reluctantly, that they might be interested in. To be fair, they’ve pretty much gotten through all levels of swim lessons, which has always been the one thing I insisted on. Though the 11yo loves sports, he doesn’t love (expensive) sports camps. The 13yo only likes to play soccer, and thanks to a winter indoor league, he’s played nonstop every weekend since last September and was ready for a break. And the parks and rec classes offered, well, the teenager is a little old for most of them and yet too young for the few “teen” activities they offer. And the 11yo has tried a lot of them in the past.
At first, I was frustrated. Then I started to fantasize about what if we didn’t have to go, go, go all summer and I could…work? Like, almost full-time? And earn money that way instead of spending it on a jillion activities the boys are only lukewarm about?
(Sometimes I’m slow.)
So the Knupp house is officially 100% activity-free this summer. The boys are being boys, playing video games (after their chores, of course!) and going to the pool and playing in the woods near our house. They are not, in fact, rotting away from lack of activities or turning in to social lepers because of the slower pace. My husband has finally crawled out of fetal position from the nonstop soccer madness of the spring season. And me…I’m editing and writing my butt off (if only it were literal), not rushing from one kid date to another, and I’m here to tell you…it so doesn’t suck.