The Day After a Long Weekend...

Is always a bugaboo for me, and for good reason. Everyone's all keyed up with nowhere to go, and no energy or patience to go there safely anyway, and that makes for a snippy, rambunctious lot of us.

Right now, after cleaning up from the weekend laze/festivities, I'm willing my ceiling fan to churn faster, and the southern heat and humidity are already getting to me. My children finally stopped hovering about the kitchen, looking for the mystical, magical "something that sounds good", and, for the time being, are happily swinging in their hammocks upstairs with minimal shrieking or arguing. ;oP

And I'm absolutely exhausted. Wiped OUT. Holidays are rarely actually restful for mothers of young children, even if pleasant, because, well, parents don't really get any "off" days off, unless they hock their kidneys to pay for all-day baby sitting. ;oP I don't ever want to cook again (I know, it boggles the mind), and I especially don't want to clean the kitchen at the end of an oppressively hot summer day.

It's a good day to go swimming. Minus the children. And the bags of snacks, water bottles, towels, floaties, dry clothes, sun screen, hats, frantic chasing and watching to prevent drowning, kid-wrangling into car seats and changing rooms and....

....scratch that. Today is an AWESOME day to sit on the couch and dream about swimming naked in the ocean, ALONE. ;oP