The countdown is on ladies!
There are only 5 weeks left of summer vacation. (According to our school’s schedule anyway.) Before summer began, I had goals. Realistic goals. It wasn’t anything like starving myself and losing 40 pounds so that I could squeeze through the small attic door in my closet—which isn’t really an attic, just a hole in the ceiling—but it would make a perfect hiding spot from the kids nonetheless. I could put up with cramped quarters, even though I might feel like a contortionist with my knees up over my forehead and my nose sandwiched into my love handles.
Desperate moms do desperate things for peace and quiet.
I could sing songs from ‘They Might Be Giants’ and no one would hear me up in my closet as I sang Particle Man.
Actually, if I was pushed to go to such extremes, (...like hiding in an attic...), I would need to belt out Rob Thomas’s tunes to ‘UNWELL’:
Staring at the ceiling
Making Friends with shadows on my wall..."
(because I would be getting bored)
Hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something..."
(I don’t anticipate holding out that long, I would have to surrender at some point. But my limbs could be numb and locked in pretzel mode. I may have to enlist help…)
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
(Oh, wait. Did he mean that mentally? Oops, my bad...)
"I don't know why…" (Actually, I do. It’s called Kid 1, Kid 2, Kid, 3, Kid 4 and summer vacation. The “I’m so bored!” syndrome has taken full effect. Look at the drastic measures I’m taking!)
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell-- (No duh)
I know, right now you can't tell..." (really?)
"But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me…"
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired (it’s call ENSNARED.)
I know, right now you don't care (*snort*)
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be Me..."
(in the days before kids, Freddy Kruger stretch marks, hiding in dark closets, days when my hair was done, make-up on, smelling freshly showered and just like the Downey teddy bear, and my clothes fitting correctly…Yes, PUH-LEASE think of me and how I use to be ME!)
"Talking to myself in public-- (happens all the time)
Dodging glances on the train" (in this case, it would be when I’m in public shopping with kids who are having meltdown and I want to die and hide somewhere far, FAR away.)
"I know they've all been talking 'bout me (It’s quite a show! That’s why I no longer go…)
I can hear them whisper (and point)
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
"Out of all the hours thinking
I've lost my mind..."
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me…"
Dude, that should be my theme song. How accurate is that? Jordan can attest!
Truly, I had realistic goals this summer. My summer goals included taking the kids to various places, and doing all sorts of fun things. We were going to go on mini-vacations, the zoo, camping and fishing.
The only fun thing my kids can say they’ve actually done this summer was going to a movie and going hiking.
Luckily there is still time to make it up to them. My summer has been insane. (Not the “kids are driving me crazy” kind of insane, well, that too! But, it’s just been busy.) I have spent less time blogging, trying to keep my kiddos entertained.
In an honest, true confession, I LOVE lazy summer days with nothing to do. It’s all going to get hectic once school starts and I’ll be wishing for a break from endless homework and crazy schedules. Summer is a good reminder to wind down and take it easy, to enjoy it.
So I’m trying to enjoy the simpler things like taking the time to read books, hanging around the house in my PJs without feeling guilty, or watching a movie with the kids, or playing a game with them. I need “mommy time” just as much as my kids need “their mommy.”
How about you? Are you finding less time to blog, finding less time to spend on the computer and getting things done because of the summer months?
I repeat: The countdown is on.
Only 5 more weeks of summer play time left and then life falls back into school and extra-curricular activity schedules.
I always need a good reminder to enjoy life and to live in the moment, because I won’t get it back. By next summer, my kids will be older and perhaps, hanging out with their friends more. How many more summers am I going to have with them like this, where we can enjoy it together while they're young?
Alright, alright, I’m climbing down from my attic.
However, I’m going to make a stop at the cookie jar first to reward myself…