I know it might sound bad, but let me explain.
This summer was my first ever summer at home with my children. Headed into it, I was actually very worried about how it would go. Tommy is one who easily gets out of hand without structure from daily routines. It’s summer…I didn’t really want routines. He also does better when he knows what to expect. I didn’t always want to tell him what I was planning because I wanted some element of surprise in it. It took me a couple of weeks to find a good balance, but I did find it. We did a lot of fun things (not quite everything that I had up my sleeve, but that’s OK.) and neither of them is complaining that it was their worst summer ever. I would definitely say that’s a success.
Yes it was fun, and I’m glad that I had the opportunity to spend this time with them, but I’m glad that it’s coming to an end. I think everything seems a bit more annoying right now because this is one of the few weeks in which we have absolutely nothing scheduled. After vacation last week and school starting next week, I thought we could just coast through this week. Not so sure about that now, so we’ll probably have to be spontaneous to keep them from killing each other.
There are many things that I have learned (or been reminded of) about their perspective on life having been with them all summer.
-There is no such thing as personal space.
-The kids get first dibs on any and all food that comes into the house.
-Quantities of food that come into the house must be divisible by 2 and it is my job to keep track of how many items each one has consumed.
-If I want to disrupt that balance of food, I am expected to consult with them first.
-Whining and growling are considered acceptable forms of communication.
-I am supposed to be able to read their minds.
-When I say no, it doesn’t always mean no.
I’m looking forward to those few quiet days I have to myself after they start school and before I start my classes. I miss being able to eat what I want, when I want, without having to share. I miss being able to get in the car and just run my errands without having to explain where I’m going, why I’m going there and how long its going to take.