Summertime as a relax-by-the-water-day-tripping,-sunday-kinda-love season is not anything that rings true for us here at Chez Who. It used to be that way — back when The Who was taking a 3-4 hour midday nap and we had a working outdoor grill and a membership to the community pool. But since we started at camp (he, going and I, working) summertime has been a too-little-sleep-long-commuting-completely-tapped-out kind of season. I regularly bemoan my lack of free time, my unappealing farmer’s tan, and the long, incessantly chatty commutes.Plus, this summer, there’s the added delight of a head cold that rapidly descended into my chest, landing me at urgent care, nebulizing on a work day. (I’m not going to lie; though I could do without the illness — including the antibiotics and 4x daily inhaler — I did not mind the day “off.” I spoke to nearly no one all day and took a nap on the couch while The Who was delivered to and from camp by a friend.)
Despite all of this, though, the silver lining is bright. The upside to The Who and I spending so much time stuck together like glue is that we are tighter than ever. He looks for me throughout the camp day, blowing me kisses and giving me high-fives when we pass in the hall. I look forward to our quick lunchtime visits. I make him little surprises in my art room. And then, at least four days a week, when I unpack his backpack, I find some sweet drawing that he has done for me during his day.
We’re like BFFs. (Except we’re totally not. Because he’s 5 and I have my own friends and that’s kind of creepy. But you know what I mean.) We’re on the same wavelength. We know the same things — the same people at camp, the same silly little songs, the routine. It’s kind of sweet.
I don’t know if I’ll do this again next year. (Of course, I don’t know that I won’t, though, either.) There’s a lot of sacrifice for a very small financial gain. But then there’s also this. This sweet connectedness that comes from spending so much time together. It’s sort of like attachment parenting — five years late and without the family bed.