From the numerous amounts of Facebook posts this morning, it appears that in many places around the country, children are returning to school to start a new academic year. For us, we have a mere two weekends of “summer” left before I send a kindergartner and a 2nd grader off to elementary school, and my youngest will be attending preschool a few hours a day, a few days a week.
Although summer is my favorite season, and I do enjoy the kids being off and home, we’ve now reached the point in the break where I’m counting the moments until it’s time for them to return to school. Truthfully, I think they’ll be glad to be rid of me and back in the company of friends and teachers most of the day.
There’s really a combination of things that has me ready to call it quits on summer. For starters, we’re wildly off a schedule, which for us, leads to chaos eventually. I don’t just mean the kids either; I function better when I’m on a schedule too. Right now I have kids going to bed (by that I mean falling asleep) between 8pm and 11pm. Then I have kids waking up between 6am and 10am. Every morning I tell myself I’ll get the late-to-bed kids up early to break the cycle, but I’m so exhausted too that I just relish the couple hours that I’m only making breakfast, fetching juice refills, and entertaining a single kid as I pump myself full of caffeine and false hopes of a productive morning.
Then there’s the things my kids say….surely, if they were occupied by learning, some of these things wouldn’t come spilling out of their mouths.
Here’s a list of things I’ve heard over the last couple months that I’d like to pretend I wouldn’t hear during the school year:
1. “My Mom makes movies for the internet,” my son says to his six year old friend. This is how rumors get started…
2. “Let’s feed the ants!” says the five year old to the three year old.
3. “Mom!” with tears streaming down his face, “Toads can’t live in my toy box! I killed him on accident!” Followed by an immediate and impromptu toad burial (and Clorox wipe-down of said toy box).
4. “Ouch! Your legs feel like Dad’s face…are your legs growing a beard too, Mommy?” my daughter questioned after sliding down my bare leg and hanging on as I walked around.
5. Upon hearing my actual age on my birthday, my youngest began crying and ran to her older brothers, “Mom’s so old she’s gonna die!!”
6. A unexpected string of sneezes in the grocery store caused me to jump and cross my legs. My soon-to-be-kindergartner happily asked, “Should we all start dancing?” which led my oldest son to explain, “No! Mom only does that so she won’t pee herself.” These damn kids are catching on way too quick and giving all my secrets away way too soon.
7. “It’s okay, Mom. She’ll use the potty soon. I think if you can’t beat ‘em, you should join ‘em…” was the advice from my middle child about potty training my toddler. Perhaps that is the correct adage in certain situations, but crapping my pants in potty training defeat somehow seems counter-productive.
8. “Uh, oh. I don’t think bees make good pets!” the boys admitted to each other.
9. “You’re the softest Mom ever!” An honorary title I currently hold.
10. After returning from my trip to NYC, I was (for once) the one doing the whining about how tired I was and how my back hurt from dragging around my 100lbs of luggage. Exasperated, my son looked at me and said, “Let’s face it, Mom. You’re just not as young as you used to be…”
I like to live under the cloud of illusion that they don’t say anything embarrassing, inappropriate or troublesome while they’re in school. More likely, the teachers just aren’t telling me…
Is it just me? Are you ready for the kids to be back to school? Wishing summer would last a little longer? Leave me a comment; I’d love to hear from you! Share the post easily with the new social buttons below too!
(And I obviously woke up last week from my procedure without any issues….except I apparently wouldn’t stop talking to the nurses, doctors and other patients about my last meal/cake the night before for dinner. What can I say? I love cake… Thanks for all your emails, comments & well-wishes! I’m fine, other than the no-gluten, low fat diet I’m stuck on…)