It’s been incredibly hot around here. We’re talking temps near 100 and the dripping humidity to go along with. It’s gotten so bad, y’all, that (apparently) I’ve started saying y’all!
(This would be a show of sympathy for my friends down south—a desperate attempt, as it were, to get them to leave a comment and tell me how they cope.)
We do not go out unless we have to—and really, in the summer, who has to?— which means getting creative with all our home-bound options.
Home-bound + an air-conditioner set to full blast + a pitcher (or two) of iced coffee with cream = I can do this 100-degree thing.
(Except on those days when we have to leave because, for example, we are out of food. Hate it when that happens! Anyway, that’s when you’ll find me drenched in sweat and complaining.)
(Did I just admit that I sweat? And complain?)
(Love me anyway.)
So yesterday I was hiding out in the bathroom with an IEW catalog and a head full of planning. It’s one of my children, you see, who recently freaked out her mother when she misspelled “fun.”
Can you spell remedial? Remedial. R-e-m-e-d-i-a-l. Remedial.
Suddenly I heard a note being slid under the door.
“Hmm,” I thought. “Either this note’s for me or that neighbor kid is confused again.”
I set down the catalog and opened the note. “Dear Mom,” the note read…
Immediately I thought, “That’s totally sweet!” And then, “But I’m too busy.”
There were dishes to wash and laundry to fold and hey, let’s not forget the remedial spelling for that poor unsuspecting child. Yet when I opened the bathroom door and saw Cate’s shining eyes…
And felt my wrist being taken and my resistant body being tugged…
And saw this when I got to the door of my bedroom…
Well, I just knew I had to play along.
Note the ice water (complete with lemon) and lotion (Japanese cherry blossom from Bath & Body Works). Cate even remembered a CD player with soothing music to drive away all those cluttered thoughts.
She had me, literally, in the palm of her hand.
(Two hands, actually.)
Could it be? This mom relaxed! And forgot about drippy, sticky 100-degree weather and dishes and laundry and children who misspell monosyllabic words. It was lovely.
Now here comes the take-away message for y’all. Little girls love to serve…if only their capable moms will let them. Let your daughters set up a spa for you! Let them smooth the tension out of your tired shoulders and make you a refreshing drink of their own design. Trust me: they will love it and so will you.
Summer fun by way of spoiling Mom?
I am entirely and completely there.