I love them. I really do.
They are darling. Everyone says so.
Fairly well behaved. Except for the exceptions, of course.
They are fun to be around, when they aren’t whining about boredom or the injustices of the rules.
The enjoy each others company, except the one that had started it and the other that is going to finish it. Whatever the “IT” of that particular fight of the moment is.
This summer has been fairly easy. And has gone by relatively quickly.
We’ve all gotten along extremely well, despite too much togetherness.
We’ve all hung out more this summer than those in the past. The kids were less interested in going to camp this year and more interested in making messes and noises around the house.
BUT IT’S TIME!
Time to get the hell out of my house.
Spend 7 hours a day in school instead of 7 hours pacing the house while trying, last minute, to find someone who hasn’t already made plans.
Eat those unhealthy lunches at school instead of whining that there is nothing good to eat in the house. Although, quite frankly, you must be finding something good to eat because none of you are wasting away into waif-like oblivion.
It’s time to turn off the video games that are constantly on and do your homework.
Time to get involved with organized sports in lieu of chasing each other around the house, wrecking everything in your paths and calling that exercise.
Time to leave the lax days of summer behind and start living on structure and a tiny bit of organization.
Time to start going to bed when we say so, instead of when you say so. And that means no one standing outside my shut and padlocked bedroom door.
Time to have 7 hours a day of a house somewhat neat and tidy house, only to be destroyed upon the troupes arrival home. But oh, those sweet and luxurious 7 somewhat neat hours.
Because I don’t wear that unicorn and rainbow mask with rose colored glasses that seems to popular around some of the joints I visit.
I love being a Mommy.
I love my children.
Breathing in their scent…when it isn’t gamey and body-odoriferous.
Joking around with them.
Listening to their laughter.
Most everything about them.
But I also love the fact that my children are school age. And during the school year, aside from weekends and breaks, I get a few hours, EVERY SINGLE DAY, to use how I see fit.
And I’m unapologetically perfectly fine with that.
Bring on the judgment.
I’m fine with that, too.
Because I’m over this summer vacation.
I’m over them being home.
I’m OVER their noises and smells.
I like a little me time every day.
It makes me a better and more productive Mother.
We are allowed to be US.
Not just nose wipers, food cookers, car drivers, chore assigners, bed makers, toilet cleaners, clothes cleaners, floor scrubbers, boo-boo kissers…MOMS and WIVES.
Like how we were before kids, only better and more fulfilled.
And we don’t need to apologize for that.
Or wear a mask and glasses.
If only for 35 hours per week.