You know how you get to the point where you just stop
nagging asking your kids to do something and you just go ahead and do it yourself? Like the laundry basket that I have been stepping over all day. Took five hours of talking about it, and a minute for me to just put it away myself.
How about the "pack the bag" situation? This previous weekend we planned a picnic/ballgame outing with some friends and it required several bags to be packed. Summer is full of bag filling and emptying and putting away. This summer seems to be especially full of bags. My neighbor put it rather boldly when it was time to pack up for the outing and she stated, "Time to go pack another f---ing bag." Exactly what I was thinking, but didn't dare say. Well said, my friend, well said.
What it boils down to, dear readers, is that it is time for the kiddies to go back to school. Or back to homeschool, as the case may be at this house. I love summer and all the lazy, freedom filled days that it entails. But all good things must come to an end. And sometimes the end of one good thing just means the beginning of another good thing.
Don't get me wrong. My kids are an absolute joy. But our summers are usually a frantic, busy, sleepless jolt from one event to another. And we love it. Our school years are equally busy, but less hectic and more structured and calm. My kids thrive under this type of routine. They desire it. It's like we all breathe a collective "Ahhhhhhh" when we realize the school year is about to start again.
At least, that's what I want to believe. When I told the kids there were only two weeks left of summer break, this is the reaction I got:
When in my mind I saw flowers and sunshine and pictured them like this:
Well, they better live it up and cover their ears when it's time for me to pack yet another bag to leave this house.