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Sum, Sum, Summertime
I have to admit, there are a couple of things that make me good at what I do in media, and those are my strategic and planning capabilities. EVERYTHING is scheduled out. If not on paper, it’s in my head. I know what I’m doing and what needs to be done at any one second. When my girls were young, surviving as a working mom meant scheduling feedings, naps, playtime, diaper changes, temper tantrums… Okay, so I wasn’t able to schedule tantrums, but wouldn’t that be amazing?
This all fit in to my OCD lifestyle during their pre-school days. But, now they are older, a little more independent and, to get to the point of my story, it’s summer break.
School is out and that means several things besides being Texas-hot outside. What made my life easier as a working mom during the school year, organized chaos, is now on a three-month hiatus. So, with that, here are just a few of the things that mean “summertime” in my household….
Not my children, me. I look forward to this all year long. During the school year, I get myself, and two girls, out the door every morning. And if you read my first blog, it’s a wonder we make it out alive. During the summer, I have the luxury of sleeping an hour later, getting ready and out the door in peace. Funny, how I miss the chaos and those sweet faces every day. And darn if I didn’t just wake up on “school time” and not realize it until I was fully ready for the day an hour early.
This little novelty is enjoyable for about a week. During the school year, mornings and evenings are timed out to the minute. Bedtime is the most crucial hour of the day. This gives me the rest of the evening to shower, eat and finish working in peace. School is out and I’m climbing the walls, wishing for just some semblance of normalcy, quiet and privacy. Neighbors, noise, sweaty, snow-cone faced children are running in and out of the house until the sun goes down. Who thought it was a good idea for the sun to set at 9 p.m.? In all fairness, all of this brings back the summers of my childhood and I’m enjoying every second of my daughters’ experiences…when I reflect…after they are in bed…asleep.
I hate to admit the number of times I’ve looked at the kids, asked if they got sweaty that day, spot checked and told them “you’re good.” Don’t judge. I’m tired. Summer is a different story. Every evening neighbors come out from every direction and sit in our driveway. The kids get sprayed with bug repellant and run up and down the cul-de-sac and come in smelling like wet dogs. It’s one of my favorite traditions…but I can’t wait until all those residing in my house learn to rinse and repeat on their own.
It’s inevitable; I can only come up with excuses for so long. Eventually, I will give in to the sleepover, on a “work night.” There is something about an extra girl in the house that gives off the impression there is some NCA All-American Cheer Camp commencing in the living room. Especially when I’ve decided to be brave enough to jump in the shower. “What was that?” “Stop Yelling!!!”. “Where is your Father?” It’s like they know when your hair is fully un-rinsed and you’re at the mercy of those potentially, permanently blinding soapsuds.
The start of summer means my sweet babies turn another year older. Ten days apart with three years separating them. Gone are the days of combined parties. Both have established separate interests and equally separate friendships. This means at least two weeks of planning, cleaning, shopping, spending money and throwing the mother of all slumber parties…or two. NCA Cheer Camp? Try Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders…on game day. And you know what? No complaints here, because those birthdays mean I’m mom.
This summer, my struggle to keep it together in a household lacking its normal order continues. When not at work, I’m at home surrounded by chaos and smells of wet dogs, and for that, I’m grateful. I may be rocking back and forth in a corner, but grateful all the same.
Hey, at least I get to sleep an hour later. Welcome summer!Subscribe to Insights