Full Lime and then this tiny bit of rage

Toes in the sand. #BasicWhiteGirl

Toes in the sand. #BasicWhiteGirl

He was looking at bird. He swears.

He was looking at bird. He swears.

We rode those boogie boards hundreds of times. During breaks, he would stand there and look so very sad. Who wants to boogie board with me? And now you know why no grandparent has ever said no to him.

We rode those boogie boards hundreds of times. During breaks, he would stand there and look so very sad. Who wants to boogie board with me?
And now you know why no grandparent has ever said no to him.

This guy. He'll do.

This guy. He’ll do.

We caught crabs. {Insert you own joke here.}

We caught crabs. {Insert you own joke here.}

The girls next door. The only time he genuinely smiled in a photo the whole time we were there.

The girls next door. The only time he genuinely smiled in a photo the whole time we were there.

Father son talk. It was something like, "Stop driving your mother crazy!"

Father son talk. It was something like, “Stop driving your mother crazy!”

Take my picture on my bike, Mom!

Take my picture on my bike, Mom!

Riding a bike. It's just like riding a bike.

Riding a bike. It’s just like riding a bike.

Charlie told him that if he ate meat off the bone it would put hair on his chest. So he ate chicken legs. And while he was pretty sure the hairy chest claim was bogus, he had to check to be sure.

Charlie told him that if he ate meat off the bone it would put hair on his chest. So he ate chicken legs. And while he was pretty sure the hairy chest claim was bogus, he had to check to be sure.

Go ahead. YOU get him to smile like a normal person.

Go ahead. YOU get him to smile like a normal person.

We're tourists, after all.

We’re tourists, after all.

That moment when you realize your kid is totally on to you.

That moment when you realize your kid is totally on to you.

Stay golden, Pony Boy!

Stay golden, Pony Boy!

That's my whole world. Right there.

That’s my whole world. Right there.

We went on vacation. I would like to say it was sublime. But I can’t. I can’t because while we were there, we rode our bikes past a house every day with a rental sign declaring it is a “sublime cottage.”

My smart mouth husband declared he wouldn’t want to rent a sub-lime cottage. If he’s renting a cottage, he wants the full lime. I know, if I’d stop laughing, it wouldn’t encourage him so much.

We slept late. We played at the beach. We hunted crabs. We played cards. We rode bikes. We ate at fun places. It was the full lime. It was wonderful.

But vacations end. Sadly, we couldn’t live the beach bum life forever.

When we got home, Charlie went back to work. I had a week to get Jackson ready for third grade. There were no limes at all. The shift was fast and dramatic.

It was heinous. Maybe it was that we weren’t at the beach any more. Maybe August in Arkansas is just too hot to have to think or breathe or talk to people. But nothing seemed to break my way.

My phone broke, the internet went down, the monogramming on the kid’s backpack was wrong, appointments that should have taken 30 minutes took 2.5 hours. I accomplished approximately 25% of the work I needed to get done. They were First World problems of the highest magnitude, but after awhile, it started to pile up and make me the tiniest bit rage-ish.

The low point was shopping for new school clothes for Jackson. He’s outgrown everything from last year. I went to the store three times and brought things home for him to try on. I had to take it all back. There was nothing left for him to do but go to the store with me and try things on. It was roughly 2,349 degrees with a heat index of 3,000. We had to get in and out of a hot car. It was miserable. For everyone involved.

To the clerk at Old Navy, I’m just really sorry about all of it.

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But then a miracle happened… a blessing from Jesus, if you will.

Another dramatic shift happened on Monday morning when school started. Saints be praised! We are on our way back to a routine. It’s supposed to cool down later in the week. Finally.

It would be nice to be able to write something pithy about limes and limeade or how good Sonic ice is or that I learned some valuable lesson. I guess I learned I need better child care for the last week of summer.

But the only moral I’ve got to this story is that some weeks are great, and some weeks aren’t. So just hold on. And use whatever limes you can find for cocktails with lots of vodka. That’s the best I can do with weeks like that.

As for my kid, he loves his teacher. He thinks it’s gonna be an amazing year. I predict all the best limes are coming his way in third grade.

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One thought on “Full Lime and then this tiny bit of rage

  1. Of course it was full limes! It was on beautiful 30A! Loved and identified with your story, and also love the Donut Hole. Thank you for this! You are a survivor!

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