It generally takes me about two weeks to get my “sea legs” for summer vacation. I have to shift down, get used to never being alone, and adapt to constant, incessant chatter/bickering of my kids. Imagine a metal pot on your head and someone whacking it again and again with a hefty wooden spoon.
As this past June rolled into July, I got my legs, and the kids and I fell into a predictable routine of outings to the dog park, the swimming pool, and of course a daily “big treat.”
A few weeks ago, I was talking to a friend, and she was lamenting about her little boy going off to grade one. I remember thinking, “Really? I can hardly wait.” After all, this summer included numerous “Mother of the Year” moments, such screaming “Please shut up!!” when the bickering finally broke me.
But still, I have to admit that in the past couple of days, I’ve been kind of grumpy-er than usual. I thought I was just counting the seconds until the school bell rang, and then I realized I’m going to miss hanging out with them with no particular schedule. At the risk of going full Pollyanna, I know I’ve been so lucky to have this time with them. Seriously. Enjoy your fall.
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