Greater Love Hath No Mom than to Watch Treasure Buddies with her Daughter

Have you seen that movie?  I do not recommend it.

She gave me a choice between Horton Hears a Who, Despicable Me, and Treasure Buddies.

I chose Despicable Me and she said, "Aw.... I thought you'd choose Treasure Buddies!"  (Really?!?!?!? It's like you don't even know me!) So, I say, "Is that the one you want to watch?" I already knew the answer... "Yeah..."

And that is how I came to spend 93 minutes cuddled up watching one of the dumber movies of all time tonight.  All in the name of love.  Where do I collect my Mother Of The Day Award?

And a looooong day it has been, too.  Someone must have found out there was a plot afoot to sleep in and at 6:15 AM decided he had had enough sleep.  I won't mention any names, but it was the one person who requires my assistance when conscious, so that basically crushed my dreams for the day. Sigh.

I still love ya, summer - but let's aim for 8 tomorrow, shall we?

In Which I Attempt to String Words Together that Adequately Express my SHEER JOY Regarding Summer Vacation

Spoiler Alert:  It can't be done.

There aren't enough words in the English language (nor the 4 words I know in Spanish) to express the joy that my heart feels about not getting up at 6:30  AM and not packing a lunch.  Not even the Emoji's can communicate my happiness.  I checked.

Oh, summer!  How I've missed you!  Not that I really enjoy hot weather or being outside or the assortment of pests that you bring along with you, but all of that is beside the point. I don't have to wash school uniforms, commute to school in another county, or single handedly fill a landfill, WEEKLY, with obscene amounts of school assignments. So I will squash bugs with a smile on my face.

While sweating.

Outside.

Not that I kill bugs outside.  Mostly, only if they insist on living in my house. Because, no.  You have an entire planet to live in, so get out of my house or die. I'm getting off topic, though.

Speaking of off-topic.

My air conditioner in my car is not working correctly and it is creating a First World Problem of Epic Proportions over here.  The only thing worse than being outside on a hot summer day, is being in a car without air on a hot summer day.  You've been there.  Back soaked with sweat, hair in tiny knots that make that pixy cut that you can NOT pull off seem like a brilliant idea. That last part is probably just me.

Here's the funny part.  Ironic, really. The air does work.  Just none of the vents that can actually be pointed in my direction.  The driver.  Who is always in the car.  So, I pity the fool who sits in the passenger seat, because that person will be needing a cardigan, for real.  I have to BLAST the air over there and then WILL it, through intense prayer and supplication, to circulate and eventually cool my quadrant of the vehicle, in the hope that I won't spontaneously combust whilst driving down the expressway.

I should get that checked out, spontaneous combustion would put a serious damper on summer vacation.

Happy Sleeping In, friends!  What are your big plans for the summer?