miss kids at school 2Well, the first day of school has come and gone. It was a great summer, but by the end, the inability of my kids to go more than eight seconds without starting some kind of argument told me that it was time.

Don’t get me wrong – I LOVE the summer. No schedules, no homework, no permission slips, no packing lunches. It’s absolutely wonderful! But all of that wonderfulness comes at a price, and that price is my ability to do anything with ease.

Keeping the house clean? It’s basically impossible to keep up with housework when there are kids running around. I used to think it would get easier as they got older. The older they get, the more they’re able to help out, right? Wrong! The older they get, the more they refuse to take responsibility for the messes they’ve made. Keeping the house clean is pretty much just me yelling at them for two hours to pick their crap up off of the floor. This only leaves me enough time and energy to do the bare minimum as far as dusting, vacuuming, and laundry.

Running errands? Please. There is almost nothing I dread more than taking my kids with me on errands. To them, it’s boring, and they fill that boredom by misbehaving, causing me to have to whisper-yell at them every five seconds. This makes “running into a store real quick,” not very quick at all.

So my summer is full of putting things off because I can’t muster the energy, and not cleaning the house because, well, what’s the point? And that is the reason that we usually just end up at the beach where they’ll undoubtedly see someone they know, and I can sit back and watch them play.

But now it’s back to reality – and I mean that in the best possible way. Now it’s back to checking things off my list, taking care of business, and getting sh*t done!

I miss my kids when they’re at school. I swear I do! It’s just that once they get on the bus that first day of school, I have to restrain myself from running down the street, screaming with glee until the bus rounds the corner and they can’t see me anymore.

Even when they went to Kindergarten, there were no tears (theirs or mine). I’m happy to send them on their way, where I know they’ll learn so many new things, meet and play with new friends, and leave me to finish my to-do list for the week in three hours instead of never.

With all of the energy I lose breaking up the fights toward the end of the summer, I don’t have any brain power left to think about putting little notes in my kids lunches wishing them luck on the first day. Instead, I make their lunches ahead of time (which is pretty impressive, if I do say so myself) so I’m not rushing around, screaming at them to get ready as I slap some PB&J haphazardly on whatever bread-type product I have available.

I don’t take cute first day of school pictures, with kids in their cute first day of school outfits. You won’t find any signs stating what grade they’re in, or what they want to be when they grow up in our photo albums. In fact, most years, I almost forget to take a picture altogether.

But when I do remember to take that picture at the last possible second, I will almost definitely, probably remember to put it up on Facebook. Right after I enjoy a little “me” time.

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