I used to think it was horrible that parents counted down the days until their kids go back to school
. Well, with three wild little boys running around, I've pretty much eliminated all parent condescension from my vocabulary.
So, while I have to admit that the day the oldest two go back to school and leave me and the youngest free from all their constant bickering is a day circled in red on my calendar, the summer will be remembered fondly. But not for the constant fighting and headaches. Instead, I'll remember the summer they pretended to own a pirate academy; created a backyard water park (and charged admission) with mini-pools made of buckets and snow saucers; tried to sleep all night in their backyard fort along with half of the blankets, pillows and stuffed animals from their rooms; checked out books on science experiments and even tried a few—our favorite was the exploding film canister with Alka-Seltzer
; and even the all-out neighborhood battles with 10 boys in my yard armed with light sabers and dart guns.