Thursday is the last day. It ends earlier than I thought. I was sure we have the weekend, but they go to see their dad.
I am so disappointed. It is selfish and crazy, they will be so happy... They asked me today, when I was taking them "home" to take them to their dad'a house.
So there are two days left. I want to make the best of them.
Tomorrow beach, back to my place, shower (with them everything is fun, so is a shower), a book or two with all the teddies and mouses and piglets and pandas... dinner, games, drawing, painting...
Thursday a day trip. Open sea, beach, sand castles, sea lake, mud pies, fried fish, ice cream, go-carts... It was planned for the weekend, but in the circumstances we moved it, who says weekend cannot happen on Thursday?!
And... This is it.
They go back to preschool. I can pick them up between 3 and 4. Days get shorter. Afternoons get colder. There still will be sunny days. There still will be beach. There still will be fun. But... Our Summer is over.
Yet this Summer was a Summer as it is supposed to be.
Little Summer of my dreams...