Hot Dogs and Fudge Pops


Hot Dogs and Fudge Pops

It is hot and sticky outside. The tomatoes and cucumbers are lethargic in their beds of compost. The guineas are not even squawking. End of summer doldrums are here. We all know that school will start up again pretty soon, but today we are too lazy to even discuss it. The youngest asks for another fudge pop and I am thinking about making chocolate oatmeal cookies that I plop out on the counter just so I can enjoy some really cold milk.

Our summer began before school was out – if that is possible. We flew to California to watch the US Marine boot camp graduation. Came home in time to get out of school and then we spent two weeks in Houston visiting and going to camps. Home again briefly and then off to west Texas for two more weeks of camp. We finally drug home, washed the clothes, said hello to dad and then headed to Tennessee for the church retreat at Pigeon Forge.

With the heaviest of eyelids I managed to drive us home late that Sunday. After unloading all the camp stuff at the church, we made arrangements with friends to meet up early the next morning to traipse through the flea markets down the way. We told each other that the kids would have fun. And they did.

This is our first “true” day home for the summer with absolutely no schedule or structure. I am sure you can guess what happened. Yep. 6:30 am the first one gets up and comes into my room, climbs under the covers and wants to talk. I breathe on him so he will go away. He does not get the message.

The next one comes in, plops into the middle of my back and wiggles in between us. We get about ten minutes of glorious snooze before the pushing and pulling begins. By 7:00 am I am up and climbing into the shower.

“Why,” I ask the good Lord, “do they have to get up so early on the only morning in months we have nothing planned?” I stay in the shower even though I can hear a faint knocking on the door. I think, but am not sure, that I hear the oldest one say, “Do you think we can go to Game Stop when you get out?”

I ignore him and keep my head under the spray. Eventually I get out, get dressed and go face the day. I am instantly assaulted. I hold up my hand and say, “I am going to the post office and then to Walmart for milk. If you want to go, get in the car.” Immediate anguish. The youngest opts to go with me. We stop at McDonalds for a drink and sausage biscuit, go to the Post Office, Lowes, and purchase a box of fudge pops at Walmart along with the milk. All in all a good morning.

Upon our return, I ask for a little help and receive moaning, groaning, and gnashing of teeth. I remind them of all we have done this summer and get some grudging help. We work a total of about 12 minutes and they slink off to the chairs in the TV room. Just as I am making lunch I hear, “I am sssoooo bored. There is nothing to do.”

The other has the audacity to reply, “I know, and she said we could go to Game Stop.”

I count to ten and hold my knife real steady. My left eye begins to tic.

I slap two frozen wieners on stale buns, sprinkle some cheese on them and nuke them for 25 seconds. I call them into the kitchen and shove the plates their direction thinking, “I will show you bored!”

The youngest looks at his plate and looks at me with his snaggle-toothed smile and says, “Oh, wow Mom, this looks great! Thanks!”

Isn’t that just the way life goes? One minute you are ready to “accidentally” leave them in town somewhere and the next they appear so innocent and precious you decide to keep them.

Our summer has been filled with adventure and travel sprinkled with a dash of boredom along the way. I hope yours has been just as great.

About Fawn Musick

Writings to make you Smile and Think. Fawn is an award winning newspaper columnist. She is an avid writer, blogger, and mom. Her advice comes from her years of mothering her eight children.
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