Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Living in total denial
Because as much as I love to think that I have things all under control, that control will be out the door in a few weeks.
When the kids are home for summer break.
June 8th. The magical day around here. Last day of school.
School's out for summer.
Remember that feeling? Remember that feeling of sleeping in just a little bit more that first weekday?
Remember that feeling of sheer freedom?
And I should have relished EVERY minute of it. Because that feeling gets to be in my kids now.
I get the feelings of panic and despair and onsetting mood swings.
Isn't there someplace in the United States where the kids go all year round?
Don't get me wrong... I love my kids. It is just that this is a small house. I have kids who want to be outside ALL the time. I also have someone who is going to be in the THIRD grade ... and she is BORED with the things her younger siblings do.
When I was her age, I was running all over the neighborhood with my friends. I was riding my bike ALL over the place.
Those days are gone, my friends.
So this summer I have planned to send the Queen to Brownie Day Camp for two days. My mother will be watching them three mornings a week, and Ace one of them for the month of June while I teach Legal Research (yes, I know... I said I was taking a break from teaching ... but this is a break from the night class, so it is all good). I am enrolling the Monkey in Safety Town this year, and I want to get the older two thrown in at the Red Cross' swimming lessons, if I can convince the Man that he NEEDS to learn how to swim so he can get over his fear of swimming. I mean come on ... it's the baby pool, dude!
I am throwing around the idea of sending them to our Bible School, a backyard Bible club (and I dodged THAT bullet because I was asked to host another one this year because mine was "so SUCCESSFUL a few years ago;" read: we were glad YOU were the one who had the 20 plus kids a day at YOUR house, and so sorry that swing broke when that 100 pound boy was swinging on it). But I need to decide which house to send them to. The one with kids more their age is at our choir director's house in a town about 20 minutes from here, and with gas prices, I am no so sure about that drive. And I would have to STAY there.... shudder.
Ok. Maybe I need to get things more planned out in the coming weeks. The Queen's dance recital week is the one that marks D-Days for me ... and that is only in a few weeks.
WHERE did this school year go?
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.