I'm sure some of you have guessed what I'm talking about.
Tomorrow is the kids final five hours of school.
The pros of summer vacation are abundant: sleeping in, no rush to make breakfast/lunches, more playing, more swimming, more fun.
The con of summer vacation is: no alone time ever (I do work PT but that means racing to drop them off, racing to get my work done, racing to pick them up, so I don't consider that "alone time").
I never thought I'd struggle so as a mother. I grew up in a full house with siblings around every corner every second of the day and my parents never seemed to mind the togetherness of us. When Trin, the baby was born I hogged him and wanted to change him and feed him and put him to sleep and care for him. I even went to stay with my grandma for a week (two weeks?) and got him close to being potty trained. For fun.
I saw somewhere a quote that said "Being a parent is like having a bowling alley in your head". Just when I've got the pins all neat and tidy and figured out in my head, they come on barreling through and knock a few down and then I race to put them all back up and I never can quite them all up before another ball comes blasting through.
My kids are wonderful. Beautiful, smart, witty, well-behaved. I'm not complaining.
I just really love my alone, bowling pin getting straight, in my head time.
So tomorrow is the Final Five. Here's the plan:
Hour (1) - Run (I say that but it will really be a slow trudge)
Hour (2) - Coffee and a book
Hour (3) - Thrifting
Hour (4) - Nursery for some veggie plants
Hour (5) - Lunch by myself with a book
Bonus sneak peek of Hour (6) - "Ian, don't touch me!" "Anya, stop looking at me!" "Mo-om, when can I play video games? How long can I play video games? Can I play now? Now? Now?"
Look for me on Instagram - I'll post my day hour by incredibly fast and sadly dwindling hour.
**After I wrote this I realized the girl child gets out early so it's actually the Final Four and a half. Ugh. I'm still going to try and get my five in though.