I’m feeling whiny about the weather this week. It’s finally summery around here, no more June gloom. And I kind of hate it.

It’s hot. It’s sticky. Our house has no ventilation, no breeze, certainly no air conditioning. Our backyard has no shade, which means not only is there no escape from the heat out there, but I can’t even send the kids out to play (both because I’m trying not to sunburn them, and because they won’t go anyway). Yes, it’s milder than the last couple of summers, but this knowledge somehow does not result in me feeling much less cranky.

The idea of taking four children (two of whom are toddlers!) to a body of water with just one responsible adult (me!), frankly, terrifies me, and I think it will not happen any time soon. Especially as I still do not own a bathing suit. Though I did find new flip flops, thank goodness.

Anyhow. Whine, whine. One fun thing about summer is that we usually order new homeschool supplies, and we’ve been working on that for the last several days. I love picking books and supplies, thinking about what we want our days to look like, deciding what we need to make our ideas happen. Good stuff.

I think we’ve got it pretty much figured out, though of course as soon as we settled on an order list, Owen began extolling the virtues of a microscope. The microscope was not on our list. The microscope is not an insignificant purchase. We are taking the microscope request under advisement, no guarantees.

Some other things we will not be getting this time: giant insects encased in acrylic. How cool and terrifying are those? Also: seed-pot maker. I love this idea, but since we have no talent for growing seeds, nor do we take a newspaper, I’m thinking it’s probably not for us. At least not for now. (And no, we’re really not a Montessori homeschool, though those things do happen to come from a Montessori-supply place. I don’t actually know much about the Montessori method. In case you were wondering. Which you were not.)

I think I need to build a tent in the backyard. We could sit in it. I could read. Maybe this would make me less whiny. Or maybe not, but at least it would be different and shady. I will have to give this some thought.