The same people who claim complete ownership over their makeup;
And whose earrings all have partners which can be found on places other than Barbie’s plastic lobes;
And whose shoes, whether Steve Madden or Chanel, are not scuffed from toddler romps across the driveway.
You are blissfully unaware of the time of year.
Sure peaches are in season and beer tastes amazing even though the formulas have not been altered, but late august, to those of us blessed with children, is the awkward and uncomfortable period between camp and school.
GOD HELP US
You may have noticed your local liquor store is running low on the hard stuff and your pharmacy is only offering the generic versions. It is because these last few weeks of summer are spent making any attempt to amuse, placate or just keep our little ones quiet.
So far it has been a week and a half and I have been to two movies (but have only gotten to sit though 47 minutes of projection), three trips to the arcade, three trips to the playground, one magic show, two play-dates, one very very tiring trip to the children’s museum and oh yes… this picnic.
The picnic was actually quite fun. We went to Morgan Park which is a beautiful park overlooking the Long Island Sound. Plus it is rarely inhabited so there is never any litter.
It also has a great stage where they feature mediocre cover bands which is actually one of my fetishes. Last week they had 2U, a U2 tribute band.
I introduced Sam and Carly to the movie Annie last month- this is Sam’s rendition of “It’s a Hard Knock Life.”
16 more days until the first day of school…CHEERS