They don’t have to though! If your kids are announcing the age-old complaint, “Mom, I’m bored,” here’s an easy answer.
Make your summer worth it. We love this idea from Thirty Handmade Days. She suggests splitting up your summer hours into these categories:
Women love to shop. But more than that women need a reliable brand to depend on, the most value for their money, and a community of other shoppers to join.
Sure there are likely times when you wish the effort was different or maybe more. But June 18 is the day to celebrate the gigantic role our children’s father plays in their lives. The burden that dads carry is a big one. Don’t let the weekend pass without you and your children saying THANK YOU to their dad.
The getaway doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Some families love the beach. Others hit up national parks around the country. Even a visit to an out of state relative’s home is a great way to get away together as a family.
18 sounded plenty. Too many even that year when the diaper pail stunk all day, that year empty sippy cups were regularly launched from the backseat, that year when “why?” was the only word she knew.
But here you are, this year. And they’re over.
He doesn’t need you to tie his shoe anymore; she doesn’t need her hair braided into two tight pigtails. He doesn’t need his blankie; she doesn’t need a bedtime story.
Like yours, my mom ooohed and awed as if I’d given her a Hawaiian getaway. Those gifts were appropriate and appreciated when I was in elementary.
Wait. Admittedly going into business together is a little far.
Typically you don’t plan to run a company with that girl you scrutinized the first time your brother brought her home for dinner. But that’s exactly what happened to Rachel Tarro.
I’ll never forget Mrs. Boyd. She was the first person who said to me, “I think you could really pull this off. Why don’t you come by after school to talk about it?” I wasn’t sure what I could pull off and wondered what crime I’d committed to usher in an after school conference.
I also knew I couldn’t stand her up.
I decided to let my toddler lay squalling on the floor. I hoped the lying down would put her to sleep. Not likely, considering the ear-piercing volume of her afternoon fit. But I left her and rushed the baby to the changing table.