87 Days

T-13 days marks the start of summer vacation.

87 days of summer vacation.

87 days of Camp Mom.

87 days of no alarm clocks.

87 days of wet bathing suits and chlorine soaked towels tossed on my laundry room floor.

87 days of ice cream every day…sometimes twice a day.

87 days of my living room sofa doubling as a fort.

87 days of incessant questions.

87 days of constant negotiating.

87 days of “because I said so, that’s why”.

87 days threatening, through clenched teeth, to take away electronics for the remainder of the 87 days “if you tease your brother one more time”.

87 days of sunscreen.

87 days realizing too late that I should have reapplied.

87 days of math and language arts packets, completed 2 pages per day to avoid B&B and I hastily forging their answers the night before school the Kenyan and Waldorf working feverishly Labor Day weekend.

87 days checking out 10 library books, yet unable, 2 days later, to locate 7 of them.

87 days listening to Mommy’s music and mastering which songs can be sung at home but never in school.

87 days grilling.

87 days of paper plates.

87 days of the A/C running all day and fans in bedroom windows all night.

87 days hoping we’re invited to my parents’ shore house.

87 days praying we’ll be invited back again after the Interrogator shatters their glass-top table 3 minutes after our arrival.

87 days visiting with Little Sister, Fly Boy, and their 3 adorable kids, who annually swap the heat of the Arizona desert for summers on the East Coast.

87 days cooking 40 chicken nuggets at a time to feed her kids and mine.

87 days of sand in their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

87 days sitting at the baby pool. For the 11th consecutive summer.

87 days counting their heads at that pool.

87 days celebrating because 3 of my kids can swim.

87 days of my heart in my throat because 1 of my kids cannot yet swim.

87 days watching my freckles multiply. Exponentially.

87 days watching my skin wrinkle increasingly.

87 days having every intention to set up a playdate, but never following through with my plans.

87 days spent cursing the bra inserts of my bathing suits for their ability to hold that bloody crease right down the center.

87 days angrily removing the bra inserts from my bathing suit only to realize that the creased inserts are far more aesthetically pleasing than the real deal.

87 days vowing that next summer I will look like one of those chicks in the Athleta catalog.

87 days donning a bathing suit with a skirt because this summer I do not look like one of those chicks in the Athleta catalog.

87 days of the tent slowly killing a rectangular patch of grass in our backyard.

87 days cleaning the sticky sugar from the popsicles consumed, against my rules, in that tent.

87 days skipping a bath because chlorine kills everything.

87 days of Dr. Doofenshmirtz.


87 days having no luck finding a babysitter for a concert whose tickets we purchased 4 months ago.

87 days of Acme’s Sizzlin’ Summer Giveaway.

87 days of suicide watch as a result of winning nothing but 22 stinkin’ donuts while participating in Acme’s Sizzlin’ Summer Giveaway.

87 days of “wait your turn to play the iPad”.

87 days of “No, I will not buy you that app”.

87 days of Crocs replacing sneakers whose laces need tying.

87 days spent on the beach reconnecting with cousins visiting from Texas and Georgia…and marveling at our kids’ long limbs and growing friendships.

87 days of “I probably shouldn’t, but it’s summer so what the hell, I’ll have another.”

87 days spent refereeing my kids’ arguments.

87 days of my heart ready to burst as their bonds grow stronger.

87 days allowing Waldorf and the Kenyan the freedom to ride their bikes through the neighborhood.

87 days of apprehension awaiting their safe return home on those bikes.

87 days envying my friends whose kids are attending sleep away camp.

87 days kissing my kids’ sweaty heads, relieved they’re not attending sleep away camp.

87 days dragging 4 kids through the Acme several times a week.

87 days of endless material about which to write.

87 days wondering when exactly I will find the time to write.

87 days interrupted by one glorious girls’ weekend during which I plan to take the Princeton…and Circle Pizza…by storm.

87 days planning what I’ll wear the glorious weekend I take the Princeton…and Circle Pizza…by storm.

87 days teaching my kids to boogie board and body surf.

87 days holding my breath while B&B teaches them, against my better judgment, to flip off the diving board.

87 days driving them to the empty beaches of Strathmere, where I’ll spend yet another summer not sitting and not reading.

87 days playing frisbee, run the bases, and paddleball on those empty beaches of Strathmere. And not giving a rat’s ass that it’s been 11 years since I last sat on the beach and read a book.

87 days digging a 4 foot hole in the sand because the kids asked for a DEEP hole…and because I know it’s the only exercise I’ll get all day, so I’d better make it count if I’m eating ice cream twice today.

87 days collecting stinky hermit crabs in bright yellow buckets.

87 days of stinky hermit crabs dying in bright yellow buckets.

87 days swearing that next year they are ALL going to camp. ALL SUMMER LONG.

87 days knowing that I’ll need to wrap my leg around the stripper pole to afford to send all 4 of them to camp ALL SUMMER LONG.

87 days of noisy summer thunderstorms.

87 days of weeding that I never get around to doing.

87 days timing my Costco trip just right so that the kids consume enough free samples to constitute “dinner”.

87 days of laundry needing folding that can sit one more day if the right episode of Scooby Doo demands my undivided attention.

87 days of Just Dance 3 and Mario Kart.

87 days having my ass handed to my by a 3 year old while playing Just Dance 3. And Mario Kart.

87 days of skinned knees and bruised shins.

87 days of Busch’s She Crab soup available only on Sunday and Tuesday.

87 days bumping into old friends at the shore.

87 days doing shots to celebrate bumping into old friends at the shore.

87 days paying for those celebratory shots the next day on the beach with the kids.

87 days wishing B&B were a teacher.

87 days thanking God B&B is not a teacher after spending 3 consecutive days in his company.

87 days vowing that next school year I’ll be my most organized.

87 days delaying the purchase of school shoes.

87 days of my 3 year old with a head full of damp curls.

87 days promising the kids we’ll accomplish everything on their to do lists.

87 days realizing we haven’t accomplished one item on their to do lists.

87 days living simply in comparison to most of their friends. And most of our friends.

87 days of gratitude that Dad has lived another year cancer free.

87 days until, for the very first time, every one of my kids is in school. Full time.

87 days looking forward to bedtime.

87 days wishing I could freeze time.

87 days to make memories with them that l hope will last a lifetime.

87 days wondering whether someday they’ll want to make those same memories with their children.

87 days of vacation.

Bring it.

And bring with it a very large pitcher of your finest margaritas.

Happy Summer

28 thoughts on “87 Days

  1. 87 smiles while thinking about this blog. Another great read, Bethany. Thank you for bringing on the summer excitement!

  2. I need a nap – for at least 87 minutes – after reading this!

    Never, NEVER take out the bra inserts. That’s the kiss of death. They will refuse to go back in correctly forever-after. But, I take them out too because I always think that THIS time, I’ll get it right since I paid attention to the angle at which they were removed. Not so.

    I like the swim skirts. Am I the only one? Meh. I like them, regardless of the fact that everyone, including me, knows I am hiding some flaws.

    Sleep-away camp? It sounds sooo alluring, but I would never make it. I’m with you – I’d miss my sweet babies way too much!

    Have a great summer! See you on the beach!

    • But they take forever to dry!!! And then I put the bathing suit back on and have wet boob syndrome! What I wouldn’t give to have it as easy as the rest of my family members. A pair of board shorts and a rash guard. Boom. Done. Yum Yum’s, baby! See you there!

  3. Summer is just the best isn’t it…
    Thanks for reminding me just some of the reasons why I always loved summer, and still do. For me right now it is the days that I don’t have the responsibility of grandkids since their their teacher parents are off, and for a day or two I relish in the joy of sleeping in, and not referring a 2 year old and a 5 year old. But, then I miss their daily sweet kisses and mountains of new pics for the frig, so I am making the phone calls to get them back for swims in the pool, and lunch dates at chick fil a….
    Here’s to all of us who enjoy days of fun in the sun and feet in flip flops; and nights of trips for water ice and catching lightening bugs!

    • Water ice and lightning bugs…how could I forget?! Some of my favorites! Staying up late for holiday fireworks…then dealing with cranky sleep-deprived kids the entire next day. Ah, summer!

  4. Awesome!!! Looking forward to being a part of most of that!! And I think your kids get jipped cuz Phineas and Ferb claim there’s 104 days of summer vacation!!

  5. I will happily join you on strathmere beach with my crew this summer. We won’t call it a play date cuz it’ll never happen.

  6. I love Strathmere and She crab soup! I just wish the kids didn’t enjoy it as much so I didn’t have to share! This will be the first year since my boys were younger that I will be home with them this summer. I cannot wait to spend it with them and bring their baby sister to the beach for the first time.

    • Dawn, we are eager to see whether the Verb is afraid of the ocean this summer. It scared him to death last year. Fingers crossed that he’s over that. If all 4 of them finally love the water, it will be a first…a long awaited first. Thanks for reading!!

  7. And, 87 reasons why I love your blog! Doofenschmirtz (thank Heaven Mia lost interest in that show!) and the Acme giveaway made me laugh out loud! For the most part, sounds like four boys will have an awesome 87 days with Mom! And, I can’t wait to read the summer blog entries! Another smile maker and tear jerker, Bethany! Thanks!

    • Glad you enjoyed, Maryanne! When I threw that Acme Sweepstakes paper on the table (and I did indeed throw it) Waldorf said, “OH NO!” He remembers the nightmare that is the sweepstakes. You will definitely read about it this summer…

  8. For a bathing suit skirt wearing Mom of 4, I like that you still have enough self confidence in your saggy boobs to think that you would twirl around that stripper pole well enough to earn money to send all 4 boys to Summer camp. Happy 87 Days to you!

  9. 87 more reasons why I love you! Ah, summer! We were so lucky to be at the beach-make new friendships, renew old friendships, bond our own relationships and always look forward to next summer. (Thanks, Dad!) And, yes, you are invited!

    • Thanks, Mom! Yes, we were so lucky. I probably should have included something about meeting my spouse down there too. Oopsy Daisy. And, Bubba Dogs and Maryann’s pastries. XOXO

  10. Bring.On.Summer!!!!!! I am soooo ready! I will see you on the beach(and Strathmere when SIC is nuts with weekend warriors and MaryAnnes and yum-yums and the park and the lifeguard station washing off our sandy feet and at the waters edge and maybe even the Pour House once or twice!!!)
    We’re down aaaaaaaalllll summer and you have my number. I expect you to use it 😉

    • It’s my school teacher friends like you who bask in every second of their time off with their kids that make me feel like an ungrateful Mom for whining about mine. Quick, whine about your kids to make me feel better!

  11. Not sure if I am PMSing and overly sensitive, but this one made me cry…. a lot! I am one of those crazy moms that loves summer. I was just going over with my 8 year old all the memberships I got for this summer, the Y, The Children’s Museum, The Zoo, Longwood, Museum of Nat History, and our trips to my mom and dad’s shore house. We were both giddy talking about it. Don’t get me wrong, I do get a little crazy around August 10th where I am ready to disappear. It’s not all shits and giggles, but for the most part, summer is my favorite! Great stuff, as per usual!

    • Thanks, Momma! I was actually slightly irritated when I started writing it (ungrateful heel), then was crying by the end. Whether they were tears of love or hopelessness is up for debate…kidding. Long days, short years, and I am lucky they all still want to be with me. Thanks for sharing…always love to hear from you!

  12. 87 days without boys asking me to go the bathroom, get a drink of water, when is recess, do we have PE today, do I have to write or can’t I just draw, what are we doing next, why do we need to do this, and will I ever use this math!

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