All of our children went to the same private school, throughout grade school, then their daughters each went off to different boarding schools back East (which includes college & grad school), while our children went on to attend public school. We had a lake house in the same private area in the Texas Hill Country as they
They always brought a nanny with them to the lake while I always hired a teenager every summer as a *mother's helper* (not always actually any help), so we were usually covered for almost any situation that might arise. We'd take *Sunset Cocktail Cruises* on the boat in the evenings, sometimes with the children, sometimes without (but always without the hired help). We'd serve caviar on toast points with freezing cold vodka, or Moet & Chandon champagne, and launch ourselves into the latest tales we had to tell. I tell you, those were such magical times.
I used to take all of the kids on midnight golf cart rides, which makes me wonder how any of us are still alive. Anyway, one night we were out tooling around and came upon a big fat SKUNK. Thankfully, I saw it first, told the kids to be very quiet unless they wanted to smell like skunk for the next 2 weeks (slapping my hand over our son's mouth to keep him quiet, he was the only boy), and backed down the steep hill until we'd all break into hysterical laughter that we hadn't gotten sprayed. Then, the skunk came down the hill one night and sprayed our air conditioner unit, which made us all wake up gagging. We ended up going home so that the place could have time to air out.
To keep all the kids entertained during the day when most of us were nursing hangovers, Mr. Snooty would pull ALL of the kids at once, on the various toys we had to pull behind the boat. The main game was *Try To Stay On Without Help*, which Mr. Snoots was well versed in. He always got them, eventually. Then the rest of us would come to life and the party would start all over again. I can't begin to tell you how much I miss those days. I still can't even drive by the old lake house. Seriously. As financially draining as the estate was, it was like a perfect slice of Heaven during the years we spent entire summers there.
Now, the baby of the group is married, while neither of mine even have any prospects. Yes, this is a bit of whine, and yes, I'd love some cheese, thank you. Still, I have to hand it to our friends. It's no easy feat to survive the enormous weddings (2 out of town) of all 3 of your daughters within one year, even if you have wedding planners. Someone still has to ride herd, right?
So, as I told the groom last (Saturday) night.... "Happy Wife, Happy Life" and he gave me a knowing wink of his eye. I think they are good to go. *A* is the second kiddo (from the left) on the Water Weenie. From left to right: *T*, *A*, *K*, *G*, *E*.
By the way, my camera wouldn't fit in my purse so I chose lip liner and lipstick. A friend is sending me the few pics she got on her phone but they are really grainy.....