Make the Punishment Fit the Crime! Rhapsody’s Fail-Safe Formulas for Summer Fun with Kids

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Welcome back to the salon, Kittens!

Before we begin, a bit of light housekeeping: there will be no more apologizing at Rhapsody in Cool for our long absences. Blog Neglect is as normal as driving down the freeway at speed with the parking brake still on, and we should all stop acting like it isn’t.

Just think of me as your long-lost Favorite Friend in the World who goes missing for months, then shows up at your door wearing a fabulous kaftan to accept a dinner invitation you never made.

I missed you all, too. Now, on to today’s topic of SUMMER FUN with CHILDREN.

As you know, all posts at Rhapsody in Cool are deeply researched, so in preparation for today’s gathering I made a close study of exactly one website and a dated Powerpoint presentation, then fortified myself with a swim in the deep and refreshing waters of my own wisdom. What follows are all the most interesting bits of jetsam I dragged to the surface.

Also, I made us a pitcher of peach sangria. You are welcome.

I see a couple of you raising your hands to say that for full-time working parents or anyone outside the first world, a series of braying complaints about summer vacation is distasteful. We don’t want you to be upset, so please find the exit nearest you and leave the salon in an orderly fashion.

To those of you still here, allow me to freshen your sangria.

Perhaps you are parenting at home full-time or, like Rhapsody, are engaged in that piece of farcical theater called “Freelancing at Home While Your Children Are Also At Home.” The only hope for us, kittens, will be equally robust stocks of patience and beaujolais nouveau. To get through to the end of August, must stick together. Rhapsody in Cool is a community, after all— a village of people just like you and me, reclining in our chaise lounges and pondering what it all means.

It may not mean anything, my dears. This is the age of Trump and nothing is what it seems. Why, just this morning I had brunch with a Russian lawyer who told me all about it, in addition to offering me first-dibs on compromising photos of my PTO co-president.

Yet here we are, and the children must be entertained, or at least kept from committing acts of arson. So let’s top up our sangria and get started, shall we?

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