Even Kiddieland got old in August…and now my grandkids don’t even have that option
Published in ChicagoNow, July 31, 2015
I should love August. I was married August 18 and will be celebrating my 47th anniversary this month. But I have always disagreed with T.S. Eliot who proclaimed in his poem The Wasteland that, “April is the cruelest month.” For me it’s August.
I’m sure T.S. Eliot, who was depressed, found the springtime month of April difficult. A month known for “mixing memory and desire,” and “stirring dull roots with spring rain” was hard for him to celebrate in his state of mind. But anyone with kids knows it’s August that is really the pits.
Here’s what I associate with August:
High heat and humidity
Kids no longer delighted by a trip to the beach or running through a sprinkler
Everyone else seeming to be on vacation
Boredom (not always a bad thing, but the whining and sibling fights that accompanied it drove me up a wall)
Dread (for the kids) that summer is almost over and school is just a calendar page flip away
August was the month when summer vacation felt stale. Even beautiful weather left me uninspired as I noted with envy that other families seemed to be taking long vacations. I remember reading the book August by Judith Rossner back in 1983 when my kids were 12, 9, and 6 and I thought my brain was about to explode. The book was about August in New York when all of the shrinks leave town for a month-long vacation. I guess the culture in Chicago was different, as my shrink husband could only manage a week off. By the end of that August, I was ready to move.
Actually, the beginning of this August won’t be too bad for me this year. My husband and I will be attending our nephew’s wedding in Michigan and stopping at our good friends’ summer cottage on the way home. So now we are up to August 4. There will still be many days left to help my daughter who lives near me. Her August looks like the recipe for disaster I remember so well:
Take three kids-who-have-nothing-to-do.
Fold in the fact that Mom needs to work.
Mix with baby sitters on their own vacations or leaving for college.
Add a grandmother about to turn 70 to the mixture.
Bake in high heat and humidity sprinkled with thunderstorms.
Yes, she is also taking a week’s vacation, which is great. Actually, vacation is the wrong word. It will be a family trip driving to South Dakota in a mini-van. Change of scenery but still dealing with three kids who need to be entertained. Perhaps my daughter’s family should leave our no-vacation-nation and move to France. I hear they still take August off in Europe. And, unlike my daughter, they get paid. Just kidding. I would really miss them.
I just looked at the long range forecast for August. There is a bright sun and an 84-degree high predicted for August 1. Good start. After that, I see lots of those little clouds with rain. At least climate change has resulted in fewer days above 90 degrees. And there is that first day of school looming like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.