Diary of an Overly Optimistic Summertime Mom :: Part 3

Weeks 5 & 6 (or 7, or … Who knows? Help!):

Grocery List:

  • Ingredients for another baking project (Why did I do the first one!?!)
  • Trough for snacks

Activity List:

  • Nothing is good enough after a week of pony rides and chasing chickens at their grandparents’ house.

Chore List:

  • Periodically scan rooms with a disgusted look on my face.
  • Accidentally sit in syrup that was spilled on the couch.
  • Rage clean.
  • Repeat.

Summer Goals:

  • Survive.


I can’t believe we are at the midpoint of our summer! As I had hoped, the vacation was a welcome break from the summer doldrums. My in-laws live on a large piece of property and have neighbors with all sorts of animals. My girls loved it, and I enjoyed watching other people tend to their demands. But like most changes in schedule, three tiny monsters (and maybe one adult monster) were created. How can I compete with two-dessert days, pony rides, and untethered iPad usage? They are bored with everything now. And I’m spoiled, because I got to sleep in everyday. There aren’t any grandparents here to wake up at 6 A.M. and toast my kids’ waffles. What are we going to do!?! 

I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to let their summertime imaginations flourish. Isn’t that, like, a thing now? I feel like I see articles pop up daily on my news feed about how kids these days don’t have enough unorganized play. So, this is perfect. No planned activities leaves more opportunities to create their own fun and come together as a team. I mean, just the other day, they created a game together. I overheard them working out the logistics. Someone would do something to annoy me and get scored based on my reaction. See? Flourishing imaginations and teamwork. It’s working already. 

And speaking of flourishing, we actually BAKED CUPCAKES! It went a little bit like this. “I want to do it! I can’t do it! But I want to do it!” and so on until we were all crying. I was able to post pictures of happy children decorating cupcakes on Facebook, so I successfully proved to everyone that I am not crazy for voluntarily staying home with my kids all summer. I mean, look at those smiling faces. I am super mom. I even weaned the whole house off of snoballs. Instead, I have started giving my kids popsicles in the bathtub. They are contained in a self-cleaning apparatus, and I can watch the whole thing in an air conditioned environment. I think I’ll just add the word “genius” to the end of that super mom title. Thank you very much.

So, you see, everything is great over here. My girls are happy (and hungry and bored), and I’m doing just fine (hiding in my cold, dark bedroom listening to what can only be described as a scene from Gremlins). We still have a month of memories to make, and I am totally fine. Great, even. 

It’s all fine and great!


Mandy grew up in Baton Rouge and graduated from LSU with a degree in Anthropology. In an attempt to figure out what do with an Anthropology degree (seriously, what do you do with it?!?), she moved to DC and received a masters degree in Forensic Science at George Washington University. Still at a loss for what she wanted to be when she grew up, Mandy moved to Austin, TX. Over the course of seven years, she built a successful(ish) jewelry design business, met some of her favorite people ever, imported her now husband from Baton Rouge, and made the decision to move back to Baton Rouge to start a family. Since then, Mandy has worked for a jewelry designer, a CPA, and now a financial advisor. And in between, she was a stay at home mom to three feisty, but sweet daughters, two of which are twins. Her girls love to dance and sing just like their mom, and Mandy's dream of a possible girl version of the Hansons or a Judds-like situation is becoming more of a reality every day. In the meantime, she is pouring her creativity into her writing which can be described as honest, funny and little bit snarky, just like Mandy. You can check out more of her musings at Tantrums and Twirls.


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