Summer was once fun

I think I've said this before, but I mourn the loss the summer. The time when all I had to do was helplessly gaze over our neighbors fence at their pool with yearning eyes hoping they'd invite me over to swim. Granted, I still do that, but it never works. I still have to wake up in the morning and work, continuing the routine. Occassionally I'll hear a song and get a jolt of that feeling I had years and years ago -- racing heart, bounding step, endless optimism. Sometimes I wonder if our kids have those same feelings (what, with all the screaming and hitting and name calling that inevitably comes with them being around each other 24 hours a day). On a side note, over heard in the car on the trip back last weekend (as Elliott talked loudly with the car DVD headphones on):

Elliott: "ooooo ... ooooo... oooooooooo ... OOOOOOOOO ... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ..OOOO ... OOOO ... OOO ... OOO !!!!" a few seconds later "I don't know what monsters eat. I know they eat people. But not meeee."