Are you ready for the SUMMER

Wasn't there a song that started off like "Are you ready for the summer"? No, not Cruel Cruel Summer by the banana girls (please don't send me hateful comments about Bananarama), not Summertime by Will Smith. No, my dear husband, it's not Summer Nights. For some reason I am thinking 70 or 80's kids running toward the lake, maybe at a camp and it starts off with a cheesy ARE YOU READY FOR SUMMER! Maybe I am too sleepy and have already started dreaming who knows.

Anyways, HAPPY SUMMER EVERYONE! Friday was the kids and my last day of school until August. In a way I am happy for a break with the kids but am going to miss my job a lot, plus the paycheck. I know you heard it a million times but I love my job. I enjoy working with the children and staff and the hours are great for me and my family. Sam and I were talking on the way up to the mountains Friday night how most people automatically assume I am a teacher when they ask where I work and I say Chattahoochee High School. Immediately they say what do you teach? Once I tell them I work in the cafeteria they look all embarrassed and change the subject. Then I tell them where else could I work from 8-2, be able to get my children up and ready for school, meet them at the bus stop every afternoon, get all holidays off, and summers off. The pay is good also. I used to be a manager for Hardee's and worked anywhere from 50-60 hours a week. I worked morning, nights and midnight shifts. I make more money working in a school cafeteria than I did working 60 hour weeks. I am so blessed to have this job. I am lucky that I can be here with my children in the evening and have dinner ready when my wonderful husband comes home. I thank God every day for my job.

Anyways there I go off the subject again. Back to Happy Summer! First day of our summer break was spent doing laundry and watching some t.v. and playing Fusion Frenzy with Jessica. Jewel is spending the week away at my mama's house and Jessica and I don't know how to function without her. This is the first time the twins have ever been separated since Jewel was in the hospital at 3 months old. As we were leaving my mom's house Jewel told me to be brave. By the time we reached the main road Jessica and I were in an all out crying fit. Steven was like yeah a week with no Jewel. Sage was looking at me with her little eyes saying why are you crying? Jewel is at Grandma's house. Then I think she felt sorry for me and Jessica and became sad herself. So what do brave parents do when our kids are crying? We put on our brave face and make them believe everything is okay. A couple lines of Proud Mary (another blog entry on our American Idol Audition in the car) and everyone was feeling a lot better. Needless to say every 10 miles Jewel was calling us or we were calling her. Pray that we survive week 2 of summer vacation because next week Jessica is staying at Grandma's.