I love summertime... picnics, swimming, playing tennis,
families getting together to laugh, play games and sometimes…just doing nothing
at all… That is how I imagine our summer
will go at the end of every school year.
The fact is too much togetherness can turn ugly for us. I observe other mothers in the park saying,
“yes Lovey?” and “what else can I get you my sweet?” or “of course I will play monster chasing you
around the park for the next…oh…2 hours? Here I come!!
Grrr!!” How do
they stay that nice? I’m pissed off and
bored a good 73% of the time (my 15 year old helped me work out that
math). So I usually spend the summer
planning and driving to and from activities for the children, or trying to
figure out who is still in
When I finally get them off to their respective activities I sit with a cup of coffee and reflect on the morning. It was the usual routine…
Oldest can’t have use of computer for licking his finger and sticking it in Middle's orange juice (daily ritual).
Middle can’t have his half hour of TV for sucker punching youngest because youngest stole his Bakugan…then kicking oldest in the “balls” because he made fun of the fact that he still likes Bakugan…and for saying “balls”.
- Youngest is sitting “quietly” in the living room to think about “what he has done” (at this point none of us are quite sure).
I sigh and hope they all forget my threats, for the afternoon looms long and dreary with no electronics to look forward to. I think about arranging a play date, but despite the fact that none of my friends have “help” (housekeepers, gardeners and cooks don’t count) and all they really want to do is “spend time with their children” and all they really care about is “family” they are rarely available. Still, in a desperate move, I try one more time.
As Clara, Minnie and I sit in the playroom trying to convince a skeptical Youngest that unicorn games are absolutely for boys too, I concentrate on keeping my eyelids from shutting and my head from hitting the floor. It’s not that I don’t also live for snuggling my little ones, and it’s not that my family is not the most important thing in the universe to me, there is just something about that playroom that makes me sooo tired.