Confession #7

I have a love/hate relationship with summer.

I know many of you have already celebrated the end of school with your clan.  I see your Facebook statuses and Instagram posts boasting pictures of little people dressed up in graduation attire and shouting the praises of teachers and starting vacations and beach houses and all the things that make those of us who are still in the throes of end-of-school-year weep for our prolonged enslavement to “the system”.  While some of you are sleeping in and laying by the pool and doing whatevertheheckyouwanttobecauseyoucan we are still dragging ourselves out of bed each morning with bags under our eyes, trying to convince ourselves that we actually care about life right now.  It just doesn’t seem fair.  But when the rest of you go back to school in early August, we will be sure to post plenty of poolside/beachside/lazy day pictures until we go back to school at the end of the month.  So there.

As absolutely insane as these last few weeks of school make me, I realize that summer and I have a complicated relationship.  Oh, I love summer, but as much as I long for it to come, when I am neck-deep in it, the joy wears off and summer can become a struggle just to survive

So in honor of the fast-approaching summer break, here are a list of things that I love and things that I hate about the 10ish weeks smack dab in the middle of the year.

Love- Not having to yell at my kids every night to “Get in bed and go to sleep!  You have school in the morning and if you don’t go to sleep right now I will take away privileges you didn’t even know you had!”

Hate- The bickering that begins about a week into all the kids being together EVERYSINGLEMOMENTOFEVERYDAY.

Love- Waking up and making big breakfasts involving anything with syrup.

Hate- My kids eating

Love- Staying up super late watching movies.  Because we can.

Hate- The 1,958,374,972 degree temps that we get here in South Texas.  (If you live up North, well, just zip it.)

Love- Spontaneous play dates and picnics and trips to the beach.

Hate- All the sand that comes home with you from the beach.  Seriously, if someone could invent a spray that keeps sand from sticking to ALL THE THINGS they would be a millionaire.  Probably a billionaire.  Maybe I should get on that…

Love- Having an excuse to eat ice cream every day.  Ok, so I eat ice cream whenever I want anyway, but it just feels more justified in the summer.

Hate- “I’M BORED!”  Enough said.

Love- Reading all day and totally ignoring housework because I can do it tomorrow.  Or the next day.  Or not at all.  It’s whatever.

Hate- My children following me around like puppies and constantly asking, “can we do this?  can we go here?  can we do that?  can I have this?  can we watch this?  can I play that?”  until I seriously consider locking myself in a room until the husband gets home.

Love- Not having to rush off anywhere in the mornings, threatening kids with their lives to get out of bed, packing lunches, frantically looking for shoes and socks (why can we never find matching socks?), throwing dry cereal at my kids for breakfast and drinking my coffee so fast it scalds my tongue to the point of permanent tastebud loss.

Hate- Being stuck at home with no money to spend with three little humans who don’t understand the concept of money and want to know why we can’t just up and go to Disney World.

Love- The beginning of summer when my lust for carefree days and the joy of freedom is fresh.

Hate- Mid-July when order and sanity are nowhere to be found.

Oh summer, every year you taunt me with your promises of fun and laughter and days of endless pleasures and relaxation.  But the reality is that summer ain’t for sissies, y’all.  If us mamas aren’t careful, summer will chew us up and spit us out.  Boredom and restlessness can get the best of our kids and of us.

I want to know, mamas, what do you do to make your relationship with summer more about love and less about hate?  Share in the comments below and let’s help each other embrace this opportunity to make some fun memories…without losing our minds.

3 thoughts on “Confession #7

  1. Darby says:

    This year the kids and I are making a huge list of things to do. We will draw out of a bucket 5 things (every Friday for the next week), then we do those things. We have science experiments, art projects, at home activities, cheap or free places to go. Also added in a few things that are more expensive. We are also having a book reading challenge with rewards.

  2. chapchick says:

    For 10 years I felt cheated because I worked full time 12 months a year while all my mom friends enjoyed taking their kids here and there. Now that I’ve taken the big step to not work full time I appreciate every single moment with my kids while they still want to be with me. Sure there’s pros and cons but this time with them is so short in the big picture. I’m making the best my time whether it’s cooking breakfast or lunch together, or going on a great vacation with them. I get to be with them and they want to be where I am and i’m ok with that.

  3. christycatlin says:

    We pick 1-just 1- big thing for each week. Maybe the zoo or a splash pad or Fun Jump and look forward to it each week. Too many outings with 4 under 6 is too hard on my own without backup! Lol! But having just 1 each week not only gives us something to look forward to but also makes it special because nothing is more infuriating than planning lots of fun that is not appreciated! But in the other days I try to lay out each week alike. Mondays are kiddie pool days, Tuesdays are movie days, Wednesdays we do a picnic, etc. if we keep a really loose schedule but still have a fun regular for each day it sooooo helps and gives a little structure to the crazy😂😂😂

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