Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The season of damp and grit...

Well, it's about 95 degrees here in Boston and that means that my least favorite time of year has arrived.

It is this weather that sends my children outside to splash happily in the pool and then walk with wet feet through the yard and into the house. Once inside they wander about the house, removing wet bathing suits and leaving sandy footprints everywhere.

I hate it.

I hate the heat. The hate the humidity. I hate the feel of sand and dirt throughout the house. When the dogs are outside they need to be kept wet or else they overheat, so periodically I find damp puddles of grit from where they came in and slept.

Did I mention the laundry? Lily goes outside and swims. Then she plays in the sandpit for a while and gets completely disgusting. She removes her bathing suit and announces that she is done swimming. An hour later she appears in a fresh bathing suit and begins the process anew.

Then there's the sunscreen ritual. On the face, but not in the eyes! Don't forget the hairline! Missed a spot! Mommy!

Though they have not yet appeared, I am certain that another harbinger of summer is planning its invasion. Yes, the beast of which I speak is the fruit fly.  Those vile swarms which defile my bananas are no small nuisance.

Of course, the fruit fly is not nearly so bad as the baby flies that I have been killing around the house. Remember that dead bird which was in the vent that David didn't take care of because he went to dance class? Well, the maggots which were living in it are all grown up and looking for rot. They've been buzzing stupidly about the house while I chase them around with Lily's red patent leather shoe. I've killed at least twenty.

Did I mention that the dog threw up all over one of the few rugs we have? And there are piles of dog fur everywhere? And that my mother is due in town in this afternoon so that she can be a witness to it all??????????

Please send chocolate and late September. I'll be hiding in bed with the air conditioner blasting.

6 comments:

Valley Girl said...

Oh Dear Sara! Count your blessings....you have air conditioning...my husband is a cheap B@st@r_ .....there will be no air!! I went out today, to pretend to be getting the camper ready.....first thing I did was turn on the air!! Don't you know now I have to confess to him...."honey I blew a fuse somewhere and nothing will work"!! Can I come live with you? I will clean up the sand....and I love to do laundry...sick I know!

Have a great weekend.....
Valley + Madigan

Unknown said...

Oh dear...it sounds heavenly to me until I heard maggots! I do envy you to be able to be home and enjoy the summer days with your children...do you want to come back to NJ and work for the summer and I will bask in the sun, sand and laundry at your house?
No? Okay, I will just send chocolate...

Lisa said...

Oh my! I am so sorry. I too hate summer. You know since I got out of school Summer is usless to me. Well traffic is better when school is out. So yes it Memorial Day is unpon us and we are off on our journey to bugs, heat, humidity, and grumpiness!
Hugs, Lisa

Anonymous said...

I was going to give you the old buck up and take it, but we broke the 90s. It really is the season of the damned.

mgster said...

Oh, wow! And I thought my life was terrible because of the big black ants that have invaded my kitchen. I wanted to cry when I saw they found my hidden stash of gummy worms! But, hey, thanks for cheering me up with your post! hehehe Makes me realize MY life is pretty good! :)

Valley Girl said...

Where are you? Buried in sand...
Please tell me your husband isn't in the ER!!!
Oh dear I just thought....do they still use straight jackets?