Musical Beds

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We’re having a heat wave…a tropical heat wave.

Hot weather is lovely (in theory), but our Canadian home was designed to retain heat through the winter, not to stay cool in summer.

A/C? Nope. Not us.

Conditions in the Sailor household are less than optimal.

As we each search for relief, we’re playing musical beds.

My sailor moved to the basement because it’s slightly cooler down there. I attempted to migrate south along with him, but the thin droopy mattress on the sofa bed sent me scurrying back to the relative comfort of a real bed upstairs.

My boy had already taken over the master bedroom because the bedside table is big enough for his computer and the fan he keeps running nonstop. It seemed a natural transition for him to just sleep there once he’d finished playing or surfing or whatever he does.

That left my boy’s bedroom.

Sleeping in a different bed in your own house is kind of like going on vacation, except it’s not as much fun and you can’t brag about it to your friends or post pictures on Facebook.

Yesterday my sailor went back to Powell River to do some stuff for his mom.

I was awake most of the night because it was too hot to sleep and I’m always a bit jumpy when he’s not around. My sweaty eyes were finally getting sleepy when I heard a crash.

Was it downstairs or outside? Unfortunately the sleep-deprived brain is not a precise creature, so I had no idea where the bang came from.

I had two options: cower in bed hoping whoever (whatever?) was thumping around in the basement would leave of its own accord, or go downstairs to investigate.

Surprisingly I chose option two. Wielding a threatening pink Depression glass vase (the only remotely weapon-like object I could find) I crept down the stairs, confident I’d be able to deal with whatever I found–as long as it was a florist.

In the basement, I screamed like a girl when I came face to face with a huge, aggressive … daddy long legs spider. (Can the really big ones knock over boxes?)

Heart still thumping, I made myself a cup of tea and settled down to watch a few episodes of My Name is Earl because nothing soothes you in the middle of a scorching night like a steamy caffeinated beverage.

Tonight I’ll be wishing for three things: cooler temperatures, my sailor’s return and sleep, delicious sleep.

How to Have Fun Without Your Sailor

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Summer’s here and the livin’ is easy–in theory.

For parents, summer is an endless stretch of days in which the children must be entertained. If you’re lucky enough to have a co-parent, you have help in this endeavour. If you’re single-parenting, either permanently or because your partner disappears for months at a time (Where, oh where has my sailor gone???) planning a summer filled with Kodak-quality memories falls on your shoulders.

Fear not, kind readers! I’m here to share the wisdom gleaned from years of sailor-free summers.

Here are my top three tips for enjoying a summer without your sailor/significant other:

1. Don’t save all the fun stuff for when your sailor returns. When we lived on the East Coast, my boy and I made umpteen visits to Peggy’s Cove. On the West Coast, we spent so much time at Undersea Gardens that the squid waved at us during the show. (Okay, maybe he wasn’t so much waving as flailing when the diver poked him, but it makes for a better story to assume it was a friendly gesture.) Not waiting on a sailor? It’s even more important to get out and do things now. Don’t let life pass you by because you’re waiting to lose those last ten pounds or meet that special person or get that dream job… Life is never going to be perfect, but it can be great fun.

2. Challenge yourself. Over the years, I’ve forced myself to do things I’d never before attempted without sailor-support. One summer our boy was disappointed because our family camping trip was cancelled due to a deployment…so I took him myself. We snagged a primo site right on the beach and between us we managed to get the tent up. Things were wonderful until the rain came…and came…and came. A kind stranger covered our drippy little tent with his tarp. Clearly this wasn’t a positive experience, but it was better than letting my boy watch me mope around all summer because I missed my sailor. Even a miserable camping trip is better than a summer in front of the TV.

3. Enjoy the simple things. If you can’t muster the energy to get away, you can still make the summer special. Children are exhausting, but (cool parenting secret!) the younger they are, the less it takes to impress them. One summer when my boy was really little, we did lots of backyard picnics with the dog. He loved it! (So did the dog and we want to keep our furry friends happy, too, right?) Another special treat–pajama parties! (Woo hoo! Let’s go crazy and get into our pajamas BEFORE dinner!) To really push the boat out, eat in front of the TV with a favourite movie playing. With slightly older children, an afternoon at the park or the beach can be a super duper treat. It doesn’t take much to make children feel special.

Happy summer!