Summer vacation is of the devil.
Every single mama I've seen since the last day of school looks like she got run over by a bus. No offense friends, but we all know its true. You can actually see the tire marks on my face.
I could talk about the neat things we have done...Like crafts, and sitting calmly together reading books, and playing in the sprinkler. But that would've had to happen.
I could talk about how we've been sleeping in. And how the kids have played together beautifully and are just loving having more family time. But that would've also had to happen.
I could talk about how my eldest cannot for the ever-loving life of her talk in a respectful tone. And that is so happening.
I could talk about how I had wine for lunch today. That did happen. Everyone else was whining, and I felt left out.
There's this thing called routine. It creates a way for us all to know what to expect, prepare ourselves for the next thing, do what we're supposed to do, and treat each other like people instead of roaches. I'm trying - I can't express how hard I'm trying - to establish some summer routine. I'm trying to have it not look like this:
Child wakes up at the buttcrack of dawn, which is now 6 am.
Said child believes he lives on a farm, so he wakes the entire house for breakfast and chores.
Another child is not.at.all.happy.to.be.awake and screams this so the neighbors can hear.
No amount of coffee or positive self-talk makes this ok.
Its fortunate the neighbors are awake, so they can be treated to the fistfight that occurs on the driveway at 7:00 am.
But that's indeed what our summer vacation looks like. And it only goes downhill from there. Every single day so far.
There are some bright spots. And please, blessed Jesus, let me focus on those. Pleeeeease. ...
Ryan started his new job today. I still can't believe he gets to walk to work.
We painted our whole house last week.
River tried and did not find any bugs in his ears. Don't ask.
Iced coffee is made and waiting in the fridge.
Lake Michigan laid an egg.
I'm sure that's not all, but I'm too hot here in Hades to conjure up anything else at the moment.
It can only get better, right? Right?!?!?!