We prayed an Angelus, we watched lightening hit a pole, I cried a little, Tim held my hand.
So today, what with the fear and the hassle factor, I wasn't heading for the pool unless the coast was clear.
We did a whole lot of nothing. As a rule, I'm not a big fan of A Whole Lot of Nothing because inevitably we dissemble, and the results are usually not pretty.
(And, in the interest of full disclosure, there was some of this. John, bless his heart, is an easy target. The older boys and a friend started fake whispering behind their hands, leaving John with the impression that he was being left out of some fantastic plans or big secret.
He shrieked. Loudly. And then I dealt with the boys. Loudly. Then I apologized. Then they apologized.)
And then we got back to having the perfect lazy summer day.
The boys played Clue.
Kolbe made super hero costumes for John.
Tim and I taught Kolbe to play Euchre.
I re-organized John and Ainsley's room.
Tim played his guitar for a long time.
Kolbe worked on his script.
Tim spent an hour building Viking Lego guys with John.
This has been the best summer ever. I'm not entirely sure why. I spied the Back to School sales circulars and had a pang of wistfulness wash over me.
And now I'd better run. We have water colors to do.