My boys, while being in very nature loving, cuddly, sweet and hysterical, are also insanely so full of energy that they pretty much never stop talking or moving until they pass out in their beds at night. This is one of about a thousand reasons why I don’t home school. This is also the reason why my seven year old’s teacher is getting a gift card for a bottle of wine (because I’m pretty sure I can’t bring alcohol to school . . .) for her gift next week (along w/ the makings of a gourmet meal packed in a cute steel strainer).
It’s also the reason why we, as a family, have been literally counting down the days until our community pool opens up. When we were house-hunting last year, making the big move from Dallas to Fort Worth, one of our biggest stipulations was that the community we moved to had a pool that was included in our HOA fees. Thankfully, that’s pretty much the norm here in Texas where the summer temperatures, I swear, make hell seem cold. Friday is the day, people, and we will be there ALL day. My oldest is so excited because we told him he could ride his bike straight from school to the pool, where we will meet him. It’s going to be a big day.
The thing about the temperatures here, and outdoor pools though . . . about mid-way through July, the pool will no longer be refreshing and fun, but instead will feel like a warm bath that you’re sharing with some of your favorite and least favorite neighbors. *shudder* Then of course, we can’t be at the pool every day all day, that would get old. It’s too hot to do anything outdoors that’s not water related, and being indoors all summer long with two boys who get a long most of the time but still fight most of the time too . . . Do you see where I’m going with this?
Add in the ingredient of a SAHM who’s elbow deep in writing a series that’s barely even half way finished, who, when reading or writing pretty much anything, eats, sleeps and breathes whatever it is she is reading or writing. My husband jokes that when I read the Twilight series, our youngest who was a baby then, dragged his mile long diaper behind him for a week until I finished them all, that I threw cheerios out for meal times and Goldfish out for snacks. Well, it’s not quite that bad, but you get the idea. “The Hunger Games” was no different except that I read all three of those books in just over 24 hours. Two of the three finished novels that I have on my computer were each written in a matter of a week or less. You might call me obsessive. I prefer to call it dedicated. 🙂
So . . . this summer is going to be difficult, for me and my boys as we navigate through summer activities, what I affectionately call ‘mommy time’ and family time. There will be many wide-eyed-mommy moments where I desperately wish for school to start again, or for a clone of myself so that I can get everything done that needs to be done. Then there were will come the end of August when my seven year old becomes a second grader and my 4 year old will have only one year left until kindergarten, and I’ll wish it were the beginning of summer again.
I wouldn’t trade this life for anything though, this is exactly what I always wanted.