I was going to label this post WWIII but as the summer wears on the Great Depression seems more fitting.
We started the summer out with a bang - our Boston road trip was awesome and the kids totally enjoyed the adventure. Then we prepped for the beach and loved every minute of our week with the Ricks.
Then we came home, and the best friends down the street went to Japan for the summer. The best friend up the street, who usually spends his summers with us, went to his Dad's instead. The AC at the gym broke and a long entire HVAC overhaul is in the works. And all of a sudden it was/is just me and the boys in a face off.
Where once Taye was happy with our museum, farmers market, swim team routine he is no longer content. (He is 9! now) His lone focused effort of the day comes the minute he can pack his bags and bike off to swim team. It's a long 8 hours before that blessed moment each day.
Do I like teasing? NO, I do not. Do I like back talk? Nope. Get a kick out of fighting, wrestling or hitting? Not at all. Potty talk is my favorite, right? And I could listen to silly band trading all day and never get tired. Sure!
You know what I really love? School! And it's just two weeks away. As soon as they head out the door I will return my house to its happy, clean state and then I'm going to figure out what camps I can register Taye for next summer!
(Yes, I already know how silly it is to complain when I have a happy, healthy, well employed family. Thank you.)
We started the summer out with a bang - our Boston road trip was awesome and the kids totally enjoyed the adventure. Then we prepped for the beach and loved every minute of our week with the Ricks.
Then we came home, and the best friends down the street went to Japan for the summer. The best friend up the street, who usually spends his summers with us, went to his Dad's instead. The AC at the gym broke and a long entire HVAC overhaul is in the works. And all of a sudden it was/is just me and the boys in a face off.
Where once Taye was happy with our museum, farmers market, swim team routine he is no longer content. (He is 9! now) His lone focused effort of the day comes the minute he can pack his bags and bike off to swim team. It's a long 8 hours before that blessed moment each day.
Do I like teasing? NO, I do not. Do I like back talk? Nope. Get a kick out of fighting, wrestling or hitting? Not at all. Potty talk is my favorite, right? And I could listen to silly band trading all day and never get tired. Sure!
You know what I really love? School! And it's just two weeks away. As soon as they head out the door I will return my house to its happy, clean state and then I'm going to figure out what camps I can register Taye for next summer!
(Yes, I already know how silly it is to complain when I have a happy, healthy, well employed family. Thank you.)
Two weeks? Wow. I so enjoy having my kids home for summer, and then I totally enjoy sending them back to school! :)
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ReplyDeleteYou are not alone my friend! :-)
I hope you don't mind me commenting. I happen to have 4 children left at home between the ages of 17 and 10. I generally love the summers with them mostly because I don't have to worry about lunches and homework. However this summer has proved quite trying and if it wasn't for the sad fact that school starting means me going back to work, I would ship them off in a heartbeat, lol!
ReplyDeleteha ha ha- so funny Jess!! And good luck to Tyrone- back in school? I can't even imagine it.
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