It’s back to school time.
Earlier last week, I would have probably told you that the end of summer makes me very sad. Today, I am going to tell you how HAPPY I am. Not happy, but ecstatic. Beaming. Positively, blissfully content.
Nobody tell my kids this, please, but I have thrown in the little white flag. They can fight, play too many video games and eat as many sugar filled mid-afternoon snacks as they want. I don’t care if all they drink is juice boxes, or if the only vegetable they eat at dinner is carrot sticks.
Our Griswold family vacation last week, depleted my reserve supply of patience and my fun tank. Clark W. Griswold (aka SuperHub) told Cooper (7) at breakfast to “Power through! You’re not tired, nobody is tired!” It was that exact moment, and again a half hour later, as I showered and got the traditional Vacation speech through the curtain (see here) that I decided I was now a passenger on The Crazy Train.
It was later that same day that I realized Sam, our three year old, had mastered her Aunt Edna impression.So here I am, still on this ride.
Then the proverbial ball is back in Mom’s court.
Structure, structure, he’s our man! If he can’t do it, nobody can!
I am a great mom, three days a week. When we have structure.
Summer is a powerful opponent to normalcy. It’s armed with late nights, Popsicles, nap eating afternoons and of course, heat.
When the school bell rings on Thursday morning, and two of my three critters are safely inside their classrooms, Aunt Edna and I are going to skip home, whistling Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah…Out of our assholes.