I'm nervous about the summer. All of my kids. Everyday. For three months. Sure, I used to do this on a daily basis before they went to school, but that's also when they used to take naps and not tattle and be entertained by Fisher Price toys or Dora.
In the spirit of psyching myself up for the summer (you know, fake it 'till you make it...) I've come up with five reasons to look forward to the summer:
1.) Can (theoretically) sleep in.
2.) Sending the kids outside to play will limit the mess inside.
3.) The Pool and all it's glory.
4.) Popsicles are the favorite snack and also the most affordable one.
5.) Shorts take up less room in the laundry, therefore making for less loads of laundry.
I don't know about you, but all except for number one seem like hollow victories.
Here's what I'm not looking forward to:
1.) The fighting.
2.) The summer activities that may cause me to empty my savings account.
3.) Policing the food so it doesn't become an all-summer open buffet of snacks.
4.) The whining.
(The last one only because my kids freak the F out at the sight of bees. I don't mind them, they rarely bother anyone here, except their mere presence convinces my kids that even though it's 80 degrees and sunny out, they should play inside the rest of the day.)
|This woman obviously doesn't have any children.|
Last year about this time, I wrote out on a paper calendar all of the activities offered by our Parks and Rec department, as well as our local library. We didn't make 98% of them. And the paper calendar just hung there, mocking me.
These days, I'm digital and Gmail calendar and I have sync'd up. And if we don't make something, I can just delete it. It may not be a winning scenario, but at least it's not a total forfeiture on my end.
This weekend, I plan on hitting CostCo for popsicles, lemonade mix, granola bars and Chardonnay. And then there's stuff for the kids (Ba Dum Dum. I'll be here all week, folks!)
I want my kids to have a fun summer. I would also like there to be minimal fighting, "I'm booooored"s, and hemorrhaging money for swim lessons and snacks. But, like the spring, I can't appreciate it fully unless I endure the winter.
The fall will just be that much more glorious if I suck it up for the summer. Or so my therapist will remind me around August.