I am still trying to figure out how the "vacation" part of "summer vacation" applies to stay-at-home moms. Granted, it is nice not to have to wake up a grumpy Madeleine each morning and try to get her to eat breakfast and get dressed. However, the absence of the early morning routine is about the only relaxing part of summer vacation so far. We still have a routine we try to follow, it just happens around 7:30 rather than 6:30. The kids get up, eat breakfast, get dressed, brush teeth, and brush their hair (sort of)--all with a parent pushing them to get it done. Then I supervise them while they make their beds and clean their room. After that, I clean the rest of the house--which is often covered with toys by the time I finish cleaning. And finally, we try to get "homework" done, which seems to be as enjoyable to my kids as a trip to the dentist.
Even going to the park isn't relaxing. The oldest keeps yelling, "Look at me!" while she performs various stunts. If I'm paying attention to her sisters instead of her, the yells become more and more angry. In the meantime, the middle child is on the swing yelling, "Push me!" She then gets mad because, "Mom, you're not pushing me right!" And the youngest one cries either because someone is trying to touch a vacant swing (which she thinks belongs to her) or because I'm pushing her "wrong," too.
The bottomline--summer vacation is exhausting.
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I do remember feeling happy when it was time for school to start...when I was a mom...not a kid.
I hear ya ... before summertime was here, I had this picture in my head of how it would be. I saw us all holding hands, running around the park laughing and playing together. (OK, I'm exaggerating on the holding hands part ...) I reasoned that since both kids can now walk and climb well, we'd spend all our waking hours playing happily at the park.
What I didn't take into account was that the kids would both run opposite directions; that Blue would look for every open spot on the play structure to plunge himself to his death; that Goose would need close monitoring in the pretend area so that she doesn't get territorial and bother the other kids.
We still go to the park, but it's not nearly as relaxing as I thought it would be!
Yes, I'm still waiting for the "sit on the bench and read a book" days at the park. Apparently Madeleine will have to be eighteen before that happens.
i just clicked on your blog from Janine's and Brians...and I have to say AMEN to this post...
I just feel like a referee and that I am involved in the biggest tug a war game ever except there are four ropes and not just one...
I think that means you need to visit some family and have many helpers. That's the solution!
Oh my goodness...I can relate! I had a horrible day with the kiddies today! At least I know I am not alone.... :)
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