But I mean that in a good way.
Here’s how I am I spending my summer:
I wake up, make coffee, slob around the house a bit, rouse my offspring from their sound sleep – much to their vociferous dismay – to get dressed and eat some damn breakfast already, drive to the pool, and park my butt in a deck chair under a big umbrella. And there I sit for about three hours while my kids have swim practice and then frolic in the heavily chlorinated pool with their friends. And while I sit, I drink more coffee with my friend Tara and discuss Very Important Matters. Such as which pool dad might actually be a secret agent. And what is really involved in a Brazilian bikini wax. And how good the new kind of yogurt with the two flavors mixed together is, because really, the one with the chocolate and the raspberry together? Wow.
When I’m not wrangling these Very Important Matters, I’m sometimes reading books. I’ve finished re-reading fifteen of the sixteen Janet Evanovich books in preparation for reading number seventeen which just came out, which I think pretty much guarantees my spot in the trash reading Hall of Fame as well as the OCD Hall of Fame to say nothing of the Please Get Over This Thing With The Secret Agents Already (sort of explains the pool dad thing, yes?) Hall of Fame, as well as a few books for work, and approximately thirty-eight women’s magazines in order to maintain the appropriate balance of self-loathing and feelings of mediocrity and poor body image poolside.
I also read a book that I would normally not have picked up, had the lovely people at Penguin, via BlogHer, not sent to me, Whatever Happened to Goodbye, by Sarah Dessen. Sarah Dessen has written a veritable truckload of young adult novels and I am forever seeing teenage girls with their noses buried in one of them. I’ve never read any of them, but now that I have, I see why they are ever ubiquitous. I wrote about the book at BlogHer, and I would be thrilled and delighted if you’d head on over via clicky clicky and read the review. In short, I said it was well written, authentic, and, if I do say so myself, I happen to know a thing or two about teenagers, so you can take that to the bank.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to some Very Important Matters – like whether it’s more important to have well shaped eyebrows or perfectly manicured toes. Feel free to leave your opinion in the comments.
Peace.
Love.
Deep thoughts.
Wear sunscreen.
