Perhaps we should take out a classified ad because bed times and bath times have been missing for the last two weeks. Come to think of it, rational thought has not been seen either. School has been closed for the last seventeen days. Lolo, Lola and Mimi genererously helped fill in the gaps for childcare. The kids have been able to spend long, leisurely days with their grandparents. Pajamas have been worn well past breakfast and bed times were even relaxed. "Clean" meant a washcloth foot bath before bed. As if clean feet could excuse the marshmallows in the hair or the remanence of ice cream that dripped on legs and forearms. For the first time in four years, Jerry and I felt like we could let go (perhaps just a bit) of the parenting reigns. We let our hair down, alright, maybe just a few tendrils, and said "yes". "Yes" to the invitation to jump, climb and slide with our kids at Pump it Up and "yes" to a late night visit to the Children's Museum. We said "yes" to a street party in Wicker Park and "yes" to popsicles and cupcakes for dinner. Not to say that we didn't pay the consequences...dearly...but it was less of a parental hangover than it once was. So excitedly we rolled down the window and sucked up the last of what the summer of 2012 has to offer.
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