As a working mom, I dread summer.
I know that’s horrible to say because — sunshine and beaches and festivals and warm weather! But I dread it. My kids are home, there’s baseball and softball and summer school and summer camp and the endless lists of summer activities that go on and on because summer is just BUSY. But work doesn’t pause for such things as summer.
There is no routine, at least not that I’ve been able to maintain. The meal planning and grocery shopping efforts go out the window because the evenings when I would normally do such things are filled with the summer stuff. By the end of August, the kids are bored and I’m exhausted.
Here we are beginning the last month of summer and I’m anxiously awaiting the start of the school year.
I can’t wait to buy school supplies because that is a sign that normalcy returns. I can’t wait when the only thing on the calendar is karate and the occasional school activity. I can’t wait until the bus pulls up to pick up the kids for the first day of school. I can’t wait until my evenings are filled with making the meal that is on the menu board, sitting down for a relaxing dinner, packing the kids up for a couple of hours at the YMCA, and returning home to read books or watch our favorite TV show before bed. I can’t wait to know exactly what to expect the next day. I can’t wait for the weekends where the kids actually want to sit around and relax and look forward to the occasional weekend excursion as a treat, not an expectation. I can’t wait until we restore our regular bedtime and wake-up routines. I can’t wait for life to get back to normal again!
I CAN’T WAIT FOR SCHOOL.
August’s calendar just happens to be the busiest of all. And I think, knowing that this is the last of it I just might make it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to all of the awesomeness that August brings, but let’s be honest, September can’t get here soon enough.