Summer Vacation for Parents

Summer Vacation for Parents

Baby Girl asked me the other day why parents don’t get Summer vacation too.

I thought it was a valid question.

Who’s idea was it to make the Summer mandatory working months?

Have you no heart?

I could be home every day with the kids, spending money…on the kids

Breaking up fights and cleaning up the mess that they make and refuse to clean themselves

Hearing “Mom…” every five minutes of every day…

Ooohhh…now I get it.

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Summer 2019-Wk 1

Summer 2019-Wk 1

The first week of Summer break is now behind us. I was able to work from home this week. My husband thinks that this should be said with air quotes as if I do no work. I wish he was right. Baby Girl thought staying home with mom was going to be filled with amazing adventures. Instead it was filled with “Just give Mommy 20 more minutes, ” and “We need to hurry, because I have to get back to work “. I could see it happening but I still needed to get my work done. There were also 2 visits to the walk in clinic for both girls. There were errands to run that I never have time to do.

So today, I promised her that we would go to the splash pad. After 2 hours sitting in the walk in clinic and rushing home to check emails and trying to figure out lunch or at least a snack until lunch…we finally made it to the splash pad. There was the promise of a thunderstorm but we made it home just in time.

It was a bit tricky at times and there were moments of frustration, but the week turned out fairly well. Wish I could CD work from home more often.

But that was only week one. I could be delirious due to the amazing weather…

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

A new year!

We’re so blessed to see a new one.

Another year to watch our children grow into who they are supposed to become.

Another year to grow with them and figure out who we are as parents.

Another year to make mistakes and learn from them.

Another year to check our social media accounts and realize that we’re horrible parents compared to other people.

Another year to forget to pay for the pizza lunches or field trips.

Another year to miss the school council meeting or bring in store bought baked goods when everyone else baked from scratch.

Another year to feel guilty and wonder why you ever thought you could be a parent.

Another year to stay awake nights worrying about your kids for one reason or another.

Another year to remind them that money doesn’t grow on trees.

Another year to say things like “because I SAID so!” and “don’t make me say it twice!”

Another year to pray for them to successfully navigate this thing called LIFE.

Another year to love them unconditionally.

Happy New Year!

Siblings…

Siblings…

I grew up as an only child. My friends took the place of the siblings I didnt have growing up. So I sometimes have a hard time understanding how my kids can love each other one minute and fight like crazy people one second later. How can one blue pencil cause screaming and tears, when there are literally 40 other pencils in their school supply cabinet?

How does a discussion about what TV show to watch turn into one kid stomping upstairs and slamming her door ( Ummm…excuse me? Unless you pay the mortgage…you have NO door slamming privileges). By the way, there’s a TV upstairs too.

I’ve been told time and again that this is normal. But sometimes I wonder if I’m doing something wrong. Some days I try to find the lesson in every situation and talk to them about the importance of love and respect for each other. To which I receive the blank stare. Ugh… other times I just want to lock them in their rooms until they’re old enough to move out.

Is that wrong???

Just curious.

The Misadventures of the School Locker

The Misadventures of the School Locker

So this year Diva Girl has her first locker. Silly me…I thought this was exciting. She, on the other hand, was horrified. The thought of having to memorize a lock combo was not her idea of fun. My solution was to take her with me so she could choose her own lock. There’s definitely way more selection than when I was a kid. Then I told her to practice her combo over the weekend until she felt comfortable. But she was still a bit nervous because 2 kids at school had already forgotten their combos on the 1st day. So she practiced diligently until she had the combo memorized. To be safe we made a copy and put it in Baby Girl’s backpack. She is not yet part of the elite locker crowd.

Success!

Diva Girl had a great day, the lock situation was handled. She was so happy when she came home.

Diva: “Mom I did it! I remembered my combination today.”

Me: “That’s great!”

Diva: “I had no problems. Look!” she was very proud and takes the lock out of her bag to show me.

Me: “Uh…you’re supposed to leave the lock at school!”

I’m still laughing…