DON'T you just hate all the back-to-school stuff in shop windows on a hot day? Or any day in fact.
Yes, I know it's a long time since I had to be forced back to school, but still, I find it hard to shake off that sense of impending doom even now. The back-to-school stuff seems to have been in the shops for an eternity, and the kids are nowhere near going back to school.
My son's pre-school doesn't start again until September and he finished up last May, so that's a lot of days to be filled.
We've gone to the park, the beach, gone shopping and visited the zoo. We've taken plane rides, train rides, and bus rides.
We've visited friends and family and still there's another four weeks to go. I'm kind of beginning to wish we lived in a country where the kids' holidays are six weeks long.
Anyway, I was on Facebook the other night and I read a post by somebody who was missing their child who was at a summer camp. I felt a pang of jealousy. Not for the mother, but for the child who had gone off to enjoy three weeks of fun.
How I loved heading off for Irish college as a youngster, meeting boys and smoking behind sheds. God, I wish I was back there.
Anyway I started wondering whether there was such a camp for Gary. Now don't get me wrong, Gary is three-years-old so I wouldn't be putting him on a train anywhere to spend three weeks chatting up the ladies and sneaking off for cigarettes, but I did think it would be lovely for him to go to some sort of summer camp.
A quick internet search informed me that the majority of summer camps were for kids between four and 17-years-old, firmly ruling my son out.
But then, just as I was about to give up, I spotted a summer camp that took three-year-olds, and best of all, it was just down the road from me!
Barely able to contain my excitement I rang the number to confirm that they did take tots and it wasn't a computer error. The friendly lady at the other end of the phone told me that Gary would be most welcome, and that the three and four-year-olds enjoyed a different curriculum to the older kids. I asked her what would be involved every day during the week.
"Well," she said, "we start the day with arts and craft followed by some singing and dancing."
Hmm. I'm already impressed.
"And then there's playtime, followed by games."
She goes onto tell me that nutritious meals and snacks are provided and that a lot of sport is played.
There are outings to the beach and the local park, and there are treats like the cinema. The weekends with a junior disco.
I listened dreamily as she sold me the summer camp over the phone. My mind wandered back to when I was in summer camp myself.
"Well," the woman finally said. "Do you think Gary would be interested?"
Interested? It would be hard for me to tear him away! "Could you by any chance enrol me too?"