The end-of-the-school-year blues have invaded our house. No, the kids don't have them. They're overjoyed. (Little do they know that I have some reading/spelling/math stuff for them to do over the summer. I'll wait a few days before I spring that on them.)
No, it's me. First, I work from home, and summer can be difficult because the kids know they can't be on top of me, asking me to weigh in on whatever argument they're having. They make their own breakfasts and sometimes simple lunches too, so I can meet deadlines and make sure that I'm checking everything off of my list.
And I feel kind of in limbo right now--school is almost done, but not quite. I've lost all patience for hearing about their projects and homework.
Beginning of school year:
Son: I have a book report due! I have to do it for tomorrow!
Me: Well, get started on it. No going outside to play until it's done, and every word is spelled right, and you use proper punctuation.
End of school year:
Son: I have a project due! It's worth 50 percent of my grade! I think we need to go to Michaels and pick some stuff up so I can show the life cycle of the rain forest.
Me: Really? Now? Why don't you go play outside? We'll do it later.
Son: Doesn't Michaels close at night?
Me: Yeah, but Walmart doesn't. We're good.
Son: Shouldn't we go now?
Me: Huh? Wait, what were we just talking about?
In fact, I just got back from dropping off my daughter's lunch to her school because I totally skipped my sweep of the kitchen that I do each day to make sure nothing's left on the counter. That was the first time this year it happened. Not that I wanted a medal, but I was just patting myself on the back for not forgetting too much stuff this year!
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