It is officially full-blown summer at Casa McGuffie—which means several things:
“Summer Wife” has entered the chat! That's me: off work and embracing my alter ego: she cooks, she cleans, and voluntarily teaches the children. She is the purveyor of good vibes and is chill beyond belief. Stress? Never heard of her. Down for anything? You bet.
The kids are also home, bringing with them an absolute avalanche of laundry and dishes. Seriously, how many outfits can one child wear in a day? And "Didn't I just feed you?!" has become my summer anthem.
Fresh produce reigns supreme. Berries, glorious berries! Can we ever get enough? (Spoiler: No.) For the first year ever, we are successfully growing our own strawberries, raspberries, and boysenberries. Yummo!
Our second home is the swimming pool. Yes, we blow a small fortune on snacks from the unbelievably delicious snack shack. But good news, thanks to swim lessons and lots of practice, my kids are slowly but surely transforming into a little shark and mermaid.
Hammocking is a verb.
Reading is life. My yearly book goal basically completes itself during these glorious summer months. If there isn't a book in my hand, there is guaranteed to be one in my ears.
The great outdoors is calling our name! Camping, hiking, boating, swimming, sunning—we're soaking up every last bit. With this perfect mid-80s weather and afternoon breeze? DOES. IT. GET. ANY. BETTER? (Spoiler: Again, no.)
The not-so-fun part: we've been absolutely ravaged by mosquitos. My kids' legs are a mosaic of itchy red bites, mystery bruises from their wild adventures, and the occasional freckle inherited from their father. My own skin isn't faring much better! Mosquitos love me.
All in all, our summer so far has been a delightful whirlwind of sun, fun, and just a touch of madness. Wish us luck surviving what always devolves into a delightful, albeit slightly feral, frat house. What does your summer look like?