This picture has nothing to do with this post, but I’m trying desperately to pull myself out of my post-vacation funk and thought something colorful might help.
The kids have been out of school for a month now, and frankly that’s about all I can take. I adore them, but I am summered out.
If I don’t talk myself out of it, I might post some pics of my disaster of a house, because let’s face it — organization is far from my strong suit, and I seriously need some accountability. Stay tuned.
I’m hiding in my room/office trying to catch up on loads of work. Note to self — if I’m still working from home next summer, the babies MUST go to camp/daycare full time because THIS IS NOT WORKING!!
I also think they are aware that their mother is nutting up. Piers made a super-sweet card for me this morning and told me how much he loved me and that he will try his best to “make really good choices today.”
Guilt!! I’m having major mother guilt. I lost it a lot yesterday and finally planted them in front of the television so I could work in peace.
I got somewhat caught up, but I’m paying for it today. THEY ARE WILD. And I know it’s not their fault. They just have loads of energy that needs to be channelled.
So I made the big declaration this morning that we are not watching TV today.
You guys — big mistake!!
They are now in serious creative mode and are rapidly turning our already-messy house UPSIDE DOWN.
They keep coming in asking if I can come ride on their train. Past experience tells me they’ve lined up every chair in the house, and it sounds like they’re transporting circus animals. I promised I’d ride as soon as I’m done working. I also need to make lunch.
I just heard Wallace scream, “HEY!! Where ya headed?”
And Piers, who apparently is the driver/ conductor, yelled back, “We’re on our way to Savannah, then Africa and then headed north to Iceland!”
This is good, right? They’re using their imagination? That’s what I’m calling it.
Okay, folks, back to work. Maybe I can catch the train on its way to Africa. I’ve always wanted to visit.
What does your summer day-to-day look like?