Summer is eating my lunch (except I’m not losing weight)
Y’all. It’s only day 5 of summer break. It feels like day one bazillion. I don’t know why I said things like, “we are sooo ready for summer” back in May. Because I’m not. I am not ready for summer. I was lying. If the past 5 days is an indication of whether or not I’ve got my “summer game face” on, I don’t. I think I have my “holy cow! who decided to have all these children” face on. I’ve made dinner exactly ONE night out of the past 10. I’ve let my kids eat “Sunday Cereal” on all the days. I’ve exercised exactly 50% less than I usually do (which is about 50% less than I need to). So, if you’re keeping up with the math, I’m failing with a grade of whatever that is (I never keep up with the math).
Here’s a succinct list of what I’ve accomplished this week:
- brushed teeth (on some of the days. I can’t remember if I met this goal everyday. And, who knows if my kids have brushed their teeth since April).
- loaded the dishwasher today. Only because there was a faint smell of something akin to sour milk wafting throughout the house.
- I’m sorry, what am I listing out? My attention span seems to be on summer vacation.
Anyway, I had a plan for the first week of summer. The plan included (but not limited to) projects around the house, activities to do with the kids, delicious meals to make, and relishing in the quality family time that summer provides TWENTY-FOUR-SEVEN. I did. I had a plan. I know, how naive of me. Bless my heart.
Currently, I’m hiding out in my big girl room. So far, no one has found me. I’m sure my kids are just fine. They have the TV to keep them company. It’s such a good parent. It’s like Netflix is the mom and TimeWarner is the dad.
I’m kidding…don’t send hate emails telling me what a privilege it is to be a parent, or how the days are long, but the years are short, or that one day I’m going to miss the chaos of these days…
I think it’s okay for me to acknowledge that the adjustment from school to summer is difficult for me. My feelings don’t negate the truth that I will miss these days. I’m sure I will, but telling me that doesn’t help me with the here and now. Because the here and now sometimes makes me want to duck and cover. I tried to hide out in the hammock the other day and if it’s not the kids who find me, the dogs do.
And, all God’s people said…
So, while I figure out how to transition from days filled with lots of me time to days filled with lots of us time, I’m giving myself some grace (the hidden, liberal stash of Swedish Fish helps too). I’ll get there. We’ll figure out a new schedule, a new normal. My kids will relax a little (hey, they are coming from a highly structured routine) and I will step up my game. Just takes some time.
If you’re feeling the same way, hang in there, Mama. There’s more than enough grace for you too.
Until we figure it all out, who wants to join me in this challenge? Who needs abs, anyway?