Summertime

Yesterday I had the best intentions of letting Ryan sleep in. He has been staying up until about 2:00 am every night for weeks now working on school. This summer class has been brutal!! Anyway, I got the kids and we quietly went downstairs to let him sleep. Lincoln looked out in the front yard and started trying to get my attention. I looked out and saw that half of our front planter was completely flooded with water. The drip system was obviously malfunctioning but normally we are upstairs getting ready when it is on, so we have never noticed it before. (This probably explains a lot about why my planter looks the way it does!) Anyway, I figured that this situation warranted waking Ryan up so I did so reluctantly. He groggily went outside and fixed the problem. Lincoln decided he needed some help so he got right into the action.
Yesterday also marked the last day of swimming lessons for the kids. I am glad they are over. I have decided that I really hate lifeguards. What is it with them and their God complexes? One in particular at that pool has been annoying me this whole swim season so I am glad to have that done with. Yesterday he got on my case because I got out of the 1 ft. deep water to help Lincoln get a towel. What is wrong with that you might ask? I left my two five and a half year olds (who have been swimming underwater unassisted since they were two) in the kiddie pool for a whole 30 seconds by themselves. Yes, it makes perfect sense--I have to stay in the water with the two kids that know how to swim and let my one year old wander around the pool unattended. And I love having a cocky 17 year old constantly on my case about every infraction that me and my kids make. Anyway...

We stopped and got ice cream on the way home. Ice cream helps most everything (even though I didn't eat any of it...)