As I stepped out of the car, and walked up my side walk, I realized the night was just cool enough that I could wear a sweat suit and not be too hot.

Oh perfect! I thought to myself. I will sit out on my swing and read! My sweat suit will keep those pesky skeeters off. And look at how pretty my flowers looked, I couldn’t wait to enjoy the back patio. As I walked through the door, my phone conversation with Timmy came rushing back to me, as a wall of hot air hit me in the face.

“Timmy, could you shut the windows and turn the air on.”

“Sure mom.” He responded so willing to help out. Gotta love a helpful kid.

“Timmy, do you know how to turn the air on?” I asked

“I think so” he said without too much hesitation.

Well, 6 hours later I figured out the more accurate answer to the question. No biggie, I’ll pop the windows open and just wait to put on my sweats until I go outside.
I carried my fresh line dried sheets in the house with a plan in my head.
Make my bed,
Tidy my room so it would looked like the perfect place to settle in for the night,
Load the last few dishes in the dishwasher
Tidy up the kitchen to give my brain the relaxed state it needed, and then jump into my sweats, grab the book I hadn’t been able to get back to these past couple weeks, and go soak up the last few minutes of the summer night air.

Just as things were tidy enough to appease me I remembered the fresh mint and strawberries I bought to mix with some sparkling water. OH Yum. I bounced through the kitchen with excitement. Washed my mint, cut up some strawberries and poured it into a fancy glass that would be the perfect touch to my moment in my swing.

Ahhhhhh. I could almost feel the relaxation setting in. With my book in one hand and my adorable strawberry mint in the other I made my way to the swing.
I just sat for a moment before opening my book, the night was so calm. The full moon was just beginning to peak over the tree tops. It was shining so beaut—neeeeeeeeeeeh…. what was that? — That high pitched….ugh it’s a mosquito in my ear.

So I did what any sane person looking for some peace and quiet would do.

Wack! I hit myself upside the head hoping I ended it’s life not thinking about the insect carcass I may have just left in my hair. OK, back to relaxi—–neeeeeeeeeeeh neeeeeeeeeeeeh….uhg…it was back, Wack!…Wack!…I repeated the process. By this point I was either missing every time, or there were quite a few smashed bugs entwined in my hair. How relaxing…(Insert sarcastic eye roll here)

No worries…I thought. Determined that nothing would get me down. They messed with the wrong mom tonight! I was going to have my time on my swing! It was, after all, one of my favorite places to be that I haven’t enjoyed hardly at all yet this year. I popped the hood of my jacket up over my head, and breathed a triumphant sigh as I began gazing back at the moon and I sipped my drink.

Until…Tap, tap tap, I felt against my hand holding my adorable drink. The mosquitoes were bumping into my hand! One even landed. As I blew it off my hand I noticed one on my foot. And then …. Neeeeeeeeh…..I could hear one in my other ear. You have got to be KIDDING ME! Had it made its way through the tiny opening in my hood, or did I accidentally lock him next to my ear when I pulled myb hood up.

Wack! I tried one more time. Now that I have pretty much boxed my own ears…. Ouch!, My foot!!!! One had time to land AND POISON me! Ugh…. right on the bottom of my foot. I hate those!!!!
Well… it was time to admit I had been beat. I didn’t feel like spraying down with stinky bugspray for just 15 minutes of outdoor bliss. I stomped myself, literally, like a two year old having tantrum, stomped myself back into the house…which was still working to cool down, so of course I had to change out of my sweat suit and into shorts and a t-shirt.

Well…the mosquitoes may have taken my swing, but I still have my cute little drink. 😉Next Article