Ah, Summer.

Those Corwins are hosting a summer contest & giveaway! The assignment is to write about your favorite summer memory and the prize is just way too adorable to pass up!

I was debating on whether to use this contest as an opportunity to give you all the run-down on how Justin and I met (it just so happened to be during summer… and just so happened to be the best date ever), but I realized I haven’t shared much about the other aspects of my life, which do in fact exist. So, here’s a little story about life as Miss Priss, before the cute husband and baby belly…

When my brother and I were younger, we had the privilege of spending our summer days at home with Dad. Mom would go to work in the morning and he would be in charge of the two of us until he went off to work in the evening. I’m still trying to figure out how he managed to stay sane with the two of us running around.

Dad is the hardest working man I know, and I’ve always admired him for all he’s done for the family. My brother Daniel and I were blissfully unaware of how much hard work went into keeping the lawn and flower beds tidy until that one summer where he oh-so-lovingly enlightened us.

That Monday morning was kicked off by the blaring sounds of Weird Al’s Gump (a childhood favorite up until that point… When I hear it now, I instinctively reach for a pillow to cover my head and on rare occasion, start crying), and we were given ten minutes to get into our yucky clothes, brush our teeth and be outside ready to work. As you can imagine, the 11-year-old neat-freak/clean-freak/drama-queen I was did not approve of this boot camp business. The light at the end of the tunnel was the sooner we were done, the sooner we could go swimming. Oh, sweet swimming pool — how I adored thee.

This was our weekly routine throughout the summer, and Lord, did we complain. Thinking back, all I really did was rake the gutter and I honestly don’t remember my brother doing much more than playing with his army men in the flower beds. At the time, I didn’t fully understand what Dad was trying to teach us (in his own, silly way), but now I can clearly see it — he just didn’t want us to be lazy.

I don’t know how those hot Monday mornings spent in the front yard affected my brother, but considering the number of times I catch myself scolding my husband for being on his computer while I’m cleaning house, I’d say Dad’s lesson stuck with me. It may have not been the most fun way I ever spent my summer vacation, but it was definitely the most memorable.

And honey, now you know who’s to blame — Dad created a monster.

3 thoughts on “Ah, Summer.

  1. you know…. Have I ever heard about yours and Justin’s first date? I really don’t know..

    But oh yes.. you don’t even want to know how much I used to hate hearing my dad say “Time to do recycling”

    Picture little Stephanie lining up aluminum cans so my dad could stop on them. Yeah. What is with fathers and torturing their daughters??? lol.

  2. This was a fun memory – thanks for sharing! It totally reminds me of how MY dad would make me do tons of chores not just in the summer but on Saturdays — he would always put on some rock n roll so that made it a little bit better. But still! Always sweeping and cleaning the counters and yada yada. I guess you’re right — dads just don’t want their kids to be lazy!

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