fries with that shake

Summer time and the living is just as rigorous. Jake is going to be going to summer school, Gus is working two days a week and going to baseball camp. Jack mr. self sufficient, except he forgets to feed himself, is just going about his business.
In July, Jack and I are going to the shore. He wants lobster and I want to recapture my childhood of beach living. Unfortunately, I have to pay a lot of money for these memories so I'm going to have to make it worthwhile, we will have fun goddamnit. I'm meeting my parents there, and that I am doing for some unconscious gestalt primal therapy thing because otherwise I have no idea why I would have invited them except to make it the worst possible experience of my life.
My parents were both professors of social work, which dis-enabled them to have any interest in parenting because they were taking care of everyone else and various other sundries. Eventually I will recover from the trauma, but for now I will revisit it and in the meantime, I am practicing the opposite of everything I know so that my kids can have their own unique brand of neurosis, which I've assigned with the moniker "your mom is a teenagemom." At least, there is a chance fun will be had; on a budget.