You know it's the end of summer when . . .
*You find yourself tiptoeing around the house when you realize that the two youngest kids are actually playing nicely in their rooms and you don't want them to remember that you are home because then they will need you for something.
*Your 6 year old wakes you up at 6:30am to ask what the day's exciting plans are and you feel a full blown panic attack coming on because you are plum out of energy, creativity, patience, and will power.
*Your feet stick to the kitchen floor with every step, your bathroom smells like the zoo, your sink smells like a rotting rag, the laundry is knee deep and you are so overwhelmed you opt to just do NONE of it. Afterall, it will still be waiting for you tomorrow.
*The sound of the word, "Mama" is not endearing, but sends chills of dread up your spine.
*You have 4 of the 5 kids in the bathroom while you are on the toilet or in the shower and you no longer care. They have finally taken your last ounce of dignity and stomped the crap out of it.
*The fighting of siblings starts first thing in the morning and lasts until bed time. Your solution is to yell at them to "Turn on the TV!" and "Don't look at each other, speak to each other, touch each other, or breathe on each other!"
*You desperately think of errands that may or may not be needing to be done just to get yourself out of the house.
*Your kids want to wear their pajamas all day and you're just glad they are wearing clothes.
*You realize, once again, that lowered expectations is the KEY to surviving the summer with kids.
*You find yourself locking yourself in your bedroom more and more, realizing that indeed, you are your own best friend. And that's okay!
*For your birthday, which is the last month of summer break, you give yourself the best gift: No chores for the kids for the day because of the amazing amount of energy it requires to endure the process of getting them to do them. Happy Freaking Birthday!
*You marvel at what tried and true friends your bed, computer, and handy lock on your door are. Hmmm. Not good--those are all inanimate objects. Not good.
*You daydream about how close everyone will all be once again after you are all separated for the day, everyday. Ahhhhh--those were the days . . .
*Cold cereal becomes the favorite dinner of both the kids and the mom.
*Your 4 year old wants to have a popsicle for breakfast and that doesn't sound like such a bad idea anymore.
How I love my 5 precious peanuts, but IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL TO START ALREADY!
4 comments:
Oh Sandra I can RELATE!!!!!!! In the last couple of weeks we had a Rice Krispie for dinner evening, and no chore day ourselves. What does it say about myself and my kids that those things made our days so much more peaceful!!
Hurry on Monday.
I thought this summer had gone too fast. Last week I was saying that I hadn't had time to get sick of my kids. This week I can't wait to see them go. Hang in there only three more days.
There is such a thing as too much family time! And no it doesn't make us a bad person to feel that way, after all distance makes the heart grow fonder -- so let's get some distance already!
Yes, indeed it is time for school to start. You know I can relate to everything you said. You did a great job this summer. I will be thinking of you at 9am tomorrow, as tje last child os dropped off to school. Will you be in bed, at the gym, running errands, or on your knees praying? Each is valid, each is good... And so are YOU!! Enjoy!
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