I used to love summer. It meant free outdoor movies and dancing at the Boston Harbor Hotel, late nights with friends and neighbors, and spontaneous outings to outdoor places just for fun. With small children, summer meant a more flexible schedule for my husband, nicer weather, softball games and swimming at our local pool.
This year is the first year that it’s seemed like more of a challenge than a gift. With three girls who are used to be being in school all week long, we struggle with long sister-hours. While I will make considerably fewer school lunches during the summer months, we long for a bit more structure and purpose to the day. We try to put off our screen time until late in the afternoon and slowly by summer’s end, we can only last until noon.