It’s a relief to know my children aren’t planning to feast on me. This was the first of many realizations I had during the chaotic stretch known as the “First 10 Days of Summer Vacation.” The structured routine of school and activities came to a screeching halt, leaving us with a few blissful days of pajama-clad freedom before the reality of summer boredom set in.
By the fourth day of vacation, we found ourselves trapped indoors due to relentless rain. I had already exhausted every possible outing that could entertain my little crew, forcing us to get inventive within our own four walls. While I was curled up on the couch with a book, I noticed an unsettling quiet in the room. When I looked up, I was met with my boys giving me a look that could only be described as reminiscent of Hannibal Lecter. Perhaps it was just the side effects of watching too much SpongeBob—who can say for sure until science connects the dots between screen time and eye strain?
With our snack supply dwindling (goodbye, cookies and chips; hello, sad apples and cheese sticks), I couldn’t shake the feeling that they might be eyeing my thigh meat out of sheer boredom. The conditions were ripe for a potential cannibalistic uprising: isolation, hunger, boredom, and the madness brought on by cartoons.
As I pondered my survival strategy, a wave of clarity washed over me: teamwork! Successful cannibalism requires a united front, and my boys would likely argue so much before they even managed to get organized that I’d have time to escape. I was safe!
However, while “Eaten by Children” wouldn’t be gracing my obituary, I couldn’t dismiss the very real threat of “Slow Death by Whining.” Thanks to the dreary weather, lack of school, and dwindling snack options, an avalanche of complaints began. The only way to save myself from the impending ear bleeding (aka, the slow death by whining) was to find new ways to respond when their whining persisted.
My usual lines, such as “Please use your normal voice,” or “I can’t understand you,” were falling flat. They were as effective as tears on a tattered copy of a rom-com novel. I even tried to hand them my phone, jokingly suggesting, “Dial 1-900-Whines-a-Lot!” but they just whined more about wanting to play on my phone instead.
I briefly considered a Pavlovian approach—maybe spritzing them with water every time they whined? But then I realized they’d probably think it was a fun game and would end up wanting more.
In my attempts to get creative with threats, I learned that my threats aren’t intimidating at all—they’re actually kind of hilarious. When my 7-year-old refused to look for his bathing suit, I jokingly said, “If I find it first, you’ll be cleaning all the toilets!” To my surprise, he begged me to retrieve it so he could take on the toilet-cleaning challenge. It seemed that scrubbing toilets was somehow appealing to him.
After enduring my 6-year-old singing the same two lines of “Bad Blood” by Taylor Swift for what felt like the hundredth time, I proclaimed, “If you sing that again, I’m going to shove a marshmallow in your mouth!” Clearly, I’m not cut out for issuing effective threats, as he viewed marshmallows as a delightful reward!
It’s hard to predict the long-term effects of these first ten days of chaos. Only time will reveal the emotional scars of summer vacation. But I know that, eventually, we’ll emerge from this phase. Around days 11 or 12, the clouds will clear, and we’ll be greeted with sunny pool days, summer camps, and trips to visit grandparents. The whining will fade, and we’ll master the art of playful responses, perhaps even coming up with something better than “Would you like some cheese with that?” And we’ll live to see another summer filled with joy.
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Summary
The first ten days of summer vacation can be chaotic for parents, filled with sibling squabbles, boredom, and the ever-present threat of whining. Discovering the humorous side of parenting during this time can help make those days more bearable.