I have been a little slacking in the blogging department this Summer, but I feel like my brain is all over the place between camps and “vacations” and having 3 kids home 24-7, etc. To say that I have been overwhelmed is an understatement. However, in just one short week, all 3 kids will be starting school. YES, BIG TROUBLE IS GOING TOO! They are so excited; I am more excited.
This will be the first time in 8 years that I will be home alone without at least one child with me. I am not exaggerating. I am never AT HOME without a kid. Yes, I get to break away with the occasional doctor’s appointment or grocery store trip (sidenote: how sad is it that I look forward to the dentist and taking the car for an oil change because that is my “time off”?!), but if I am at home, there’s always a kid with me, making it virtually impossible to thoroughly clean. Suffice it to say, our house always looks like a tornado hit it and I AM SICK OF IT.
So, as I try to survive the last week of Summer, I am reminding myself that I will actually have up to 9 hours of quiet a week. I have no recollection of what that feels like but it sounds like heaven. I plan on going on a cleaning spree a la an episode of “Clean House” and getting rid of a lot of stuff that the kids will never miss (shhh don’t tell them and they will never know). Goodwill and other various charities will be the recipients of our goodies and I will smile victorious.
I am hoping these few hours a week will allow me to catch up on all of the things that I have let go over time because I have been too tired or exasperated (maybe even sneak in a coherent blog here or there). I have BIG plans. We’ll see. These plans are contingent upon Big Trouble not getting kicked out of preschool for being big trouble and me actually being able to function without a child around (I sometimes have trouble speaking without the kids around because I am not used to NOT being interrupted so I am fearful that this might carry over to everyday actions).
But, assuming all goes to plan, I will finally have a (semi) clean house and I will also be able to volunteer at the kids’ schools when the classes need parents and I won’t have to ask my husband to take an earlier lunch or drag Big Trouble with me. These are the days I have been working for over the last 8 years. And, who knows? Maybe I will finally find the right part time job that will allow me to get back into the adult world, while still maintaining the balance at home? One can dream, right? (This dream goes right under the dream of Big Trouble actually using the toilet instead of just playing with it – Lord, bless his poor teachers.)
Well, I am rambling (which is why it has been hard to actual sit and write a blog these days) but that’s where I am right now. My kids are starting to grow up. Part of me misses the baby days (they seriously seem so easy looking back now) but a bigger part of me is excited to see where they are heading and where I am heading.
I am MOTHER; hear me roar…or sigh…