Is it over yet?
Summer that is. I don’t think I’m cut out for this. I’m much more of a “camp mom.” Next summer? My kids are going to all the things. Seriously.
It didn’t start off that bad. We had adventures at the beach. Walks to the playground. New pups to take care of. Swimming lessons. Three weeks of camp. And then…vacation.
Oh vacation. There is no such thing as vacation when your kids are in tow. It’s more like, your normal every day reality, coupled with sugar meltdowns, lack of sleep and strange new places. Hotels? Used to be glorious. Now it means no one is sleeping and everyone is touching me and I can’t even go to the hotel bar because I’m stuck in a room with two toddlers and two dogs. (Yes, we brought two dogs on vacation with us. Someone educate me next time.)
All of the playdates and birthday parties and planned activities lasted us a couple weeks. Then summer camp came and it was glorious and fun and we all liked each other.
But it’s going on six weeks since summer camp ended and I still have one more week left before they are in school. I’ve run out of ideas to keep them entertained. I’ve been to every Chick-Fil-A indoor play area in Charleston. Why? Because it won’t stop raining. So I can’t take the quads (twins + two pups) to our safe place, the beach.
We’ve watched more Paw Patrol than humanly possible. (And we’re totally a no screen time family - yet here we are, choosing TV over tantrums because I’m fresh out of sanity.)
Update: as I’m typing this, the girls are watching Paw Patrol and still managed to hurt themselves by falling off the couch and slamming into the ground. Awesome.
So here I am. Begging teachers to teach my children all the things and appreciating them a million times more than I ever have before. You are brilliant. You deserve six figure salaries. You are more magical than Mary Poppins. You are superheroes.
Moms, I wanted to write a motivational blog of how we can get through the next week or two of no school but I’d be lying. Today what you see is what you get. I’m pretty sure this summer has aged me. Wait…it definitely has. My kids are now standing on the window ledge, trying to high five in the air and land on the tiny chair below.
Jesus take the wheel.
Today’s blog is brought to you by exhaustion, desperation and a prayer for the rain to stop so we can actually do something productive.
I mean, I even bought play doh so we can do imaginative play, and when I opened it up yesterday it was moldy. MOLDY. Why!? This rain is why. I blame the rain.
And trying to get work done has been next to impossible. I’ve carefully arranged my schedule to do work before 7am and during nap time, but they don’t seem to nap when they’re supposed to and the days I get up early to get things done they magically do too.
It’s a toddler conspiracy. Truly.
So everyone. Hug a teacher. Bribe them with Amazon gift cards and Starbucks and chocolate. Do whatever it takes to make them happy because they are worth so much more than they are paid.
Teachers, I salute you. Now pretty please take my children back.