I have wished for the end of the school year for at least a month. Looking forward to easy breezy days, filled with lazy mornings, lemonade sipping, ice cream licking and beach chilling afternoons.

Reality does not sit well with my fantasies. 

Lying on my back, listening to the hollering of three boys galloping around the living room, sweat beads on my forehead, t shirt clinging to my body from the sultry day. Summer stretches achingly long and I gulp down a flutter of fear.

What the fuck am I going to do with them for 11 weeks? That’s A LOT of lemon carcasses  and sand spilling from wet swim suits….


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