You hear that?
If you listen very carefully, you might just hear it.
Do you hear it now?
That’s right, nothing. Yes, the sound of silence. It’s a beautiful sound.
See, it was a busy summer for Papa Bear and the crew. It seemed like we were going somewhere different every weekend. If we weren’t at my parents’ house, we were at Mama Bear’s parents’ house. If we weren’t at some party, we were down the shore.
I know, I know. You’re thinking, “Quit your complaining. I would love to be at the shore.”
You’re right, I love it there.
Only this summer was a lot tougher than past summers. Junior Bear and Peanut Bear, now both six years-old, were like little fish. And it wasn’t Mama Bear who would spend hours at a time in the water with them. It was me, Papa Bear, the one who burns. Cookie Bear would spend time at the shore line, but by the end of August she too was coming in and need to be watched.
It got to the point when I was telling my boss about all of this he said, “You need a lifeguard just for you and your kids.” He was right. Only, I knew a few lifeguards growing up and they’re really just sleeping off their hangovers and looking at the bikinis, so I thought it best I do it on my own.
Although, on my own with three kids is not a great idea either. See, I’m sort of a push-over when it comes to the kids, so it was hard for me to get them to get out of the water. I would say, “Come on, time to get out.”
They respond: “Five more minutes.”
…10 minutes later
Me: “Let’s go now.”
Them: “Two more waves, dad, please.”
Me: “Okay. Two more waves.”
…20 waves later…
Me: “We really have to get back to the chairs. Let’s go. You’re turning purple.”
The turning purple thing is what got them. But once they warmed up, they were pulling at me to go back in with them.
Oh well, I could think of worse things to be doing than spending quality time with my kids. It was actually really fun. I can’t remember the last time I was in the water that much.
Honestly, though, as much fun as I had, it’s a little refreshing to have the kids back in school. It allows me to have a vacation from their vacation. Did you ever think you’d need a vacation from vacation and look forward to going to work?
They’re all (including Mama Bear) going to bed earlier now, which allows me some quality time with the laptop. There was actually a point this summer when Mama Bear said to me that I needed to start blogging again, because it seemed to be stress reliever for me. My therapy.
I think she’s right.
Even though I’m probably not the best at this, it does allow me time to sit back and reflect on the good things.
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