I love summer.  I love all things about it, and I can't freaking believe that summer is almost over.  I know, I know, the kids will be back in school, the house will be much quieter, we're only three months away from Christmas, but summer is such an amazing time.  I truly feel as bad as the kids do about the whole damn thing.

I mean really, what is more fun, sitting pool side, kids jumping and splashing, Mom's laughing and the sun shining down warming my heart.  Or going outside at 5, its already dark, bundled in three layers of clothes to stay warm, and hell, I can't even to try and make this sound good.

Maybe its because, when summer comes, I feel like I'm 16 again.  Worry free, full of life, and just happy.  I was lucky enough to have a mother who was a teacher so every summer I was able to stay home and enjoy just chilling out at the neighborhood pool.  Since I've had my own kids, I've worked very hard to try to keep them out of daycare in the summer so they can have a similar experience.  Watching them running through sprinklers, sleeping late and waking up mid-morning with no cares in the world beyond who can play to day will be something they can reach back to as adults to hang on to.

Three more days to eek out as much pool time, play time and sun time as humanly possible.