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Summer is Finally Here

I don't know about anybody else but I live for summer. The school year is so hard for me. I am not one for routine and the constant routine of the school year threatens to send me to insanity every year. By March I am so done with school work, weekly activities, programs, homework, etc., etc.

We have officially made it through another school year though and now it is party time. My goals for this summer are as follows: Clean, clean, clean. Alright, not really, I have other plans as well. I told the kids that this summer I am going to work really hard at not being a home body. I have promised them that we are going to do something once a week. Our first week out was the ward campout. I have not decided what to do for our second week but I figure I have until the weekend anyway since Rachael is at girls camp and won't even be home until Friday afternoon. I want to go to the Dino museum, both the Thanksgiving point gardens, the zoo, and hiking, down to Cedar City for a visit and up to Logan for a visit. That is 7 weeks right there. I don't even think we have much more than 7 weeks of a break. Boo hoo! I love the freedom of the summer. I love the kids being able to be kids. Playing with friends all day, exploring the neighborhood, and no responsibility. I revel in sleeping in, kids running in and out of my house, eating popsicles, playing in the sprinklers, sitting on the rocker in the late evening, and can I say again...no responsibility. Hooray for Summer.

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