As we’re wrapping up the end of the second week of summer, I think the reality of it is finally hitting me. This is not just a long holiday weekend and the kids will be going back to school tomorrow. This is not Spring Break where we can let lose for a solid 5 days knowing that the unstructured chaos will end in a few short days. The denial is gone.
We’ve got another 11 weeks of this disorganized and unstructured chaos.
Don’t get me wrong, we’re having fun. And I really am working on having a more meaningful summer (see previous post about having a more meaningful summer). But it just occurred to me yesterday that I can probably count on one hand how many times the kids have bathed since summer started. The irony is I need two hands to count how many times they’ve eaten breakfast for dinner because by the time dinner rolls around, I am just mentally done with everything.
We’re on the 8th and final day of swim lessons today, and after spending a minimum of 3 hours at the pool for 8 days, I think we all may end up with green hair and permanent blurry vision from all of the chlorine. But hey, at least they’ll all know how to swim (except for my 3 year old who may be the first kid to almost get kicked out of swim lessons for insubordination. Give that kid an award!).
The kids have had more screen time than I planned on, but they’re not complaining. However, if I have to hear the theme song to Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse one more time, I may start twitching.
Yesterday after I vacuumed the floor (with 3 kids, a dog, and a cat, you can imagine how dirty it gets), the kids wanted to play with the vacuum. They put on the wand attachment and started vacuuming their faces. Then they vacuumed mine. It was downright hilarious. Excuse the lack of make-up (or shower) and 3 inch roots in the video:
I guess I just need to let go. I need to let go of a routine and have more spontaneous face-vacuuming fun.
Because after all, it’s summer y’all. And isn’t that when we’re supposed to relish in the lack of a routine?