Honestly, I was born crazy but somewhere around the age of 20, I hit a somewhat sane streak for long enough to lure in my husband. 15 years and three kids later, he’s figured out the truth.
If I hadn’t started out a little bit off my rocker, I think that this summer might have pushed me the rest of the way.
Don’t get me wrong, we had a great summer but it was busy. Instead of days lounging in pajamas, I played mom taxi all over town. We managed to sneak in some nights at the pool but we never went during the day because there wasn’t time.
We went nonstop all summer and then today when my husband asked what I was going to do, I felt a little lost when I replied that I didn’t have anything planned.
In the final two and a half weeks of summer;
- Our youngest turned 9 and got a hamster for her birthday.
- My sister got married. (Woo Hoo! Road trip to the wedding!)
- My kids left the morning after the wedding for a vacation with their grandparents.
- My husband took time off work for us to spend together. (We visited the George W. Bush Presidential Library, The JFK Museum in downtown Dallas and then headed down to Galveston for a day.)
- Kids returned.
- Our youngest broke her hand.
- It took three days to register our middle daughter for middle school.
- We found the birthday hamster dead in his cage.
- We endured the evil ritual known as back-to-school shopping.
- We attended two back-to-school orientations, one of which we literally walked into the building, down a hall and then back out again.
- The utility company accidentally cut our waterline and in the process of repairing it, left our fence where our dogs could escape if they weren’t monitored for five days straight.
Summer is now officially over in our home. You could pretty much say that it went out with a bang.
As of this past Monday, we have an 8th grader, 7th grader and 4th grader. This year we do not have a foreign exchange student, which means that my school
Our two oldest are going to public school this year while our youngest is still being homeschooled. Times have changed. Things are changing. It’s really hard to pretend that your kids are always going to live with you and call you “mommy” when they roll their eyes at you as they put on their shoes that are bigger than yours.
With the end of summer comes another milestone that can’t be counted in grades. This time last year we were all just getting ready for school to start. The kids were excited and the parents were just ready to get back to their normal schedules.
No one knew that the week school was supposed to start, our community would flood from Hurricane Harvey.
However, one thing is still the same. I have now asked my daughter to do the dishes at least three times in the past two hours.
At least in all the changes and craziness, the kids hold the line steady by pretending they have never heard of this little thing called chores.
It’s good to have a constant, we’ll just look at it that way.