Summer

I hesitate to write this, I have visions of looking back on this post years down the road and berating myself for feeling this way. But......SUMMER MUST END!!!!!

They must go back to school, they have to get out of my house! June visions of happy carefree days spent with my children have once again been shattered. Why do I idealize Summer in the months leading up to it? You know visions of family bliss, every moment being spent having fun with each other or relaxing quietly while the children play outside, all bubbles and fields of flowers. Right?

Then the second week of June rolls around and it all goes to S***. The kids are whiny, the babies are whiny, heck I am whiny. The, we're bored's, start and the can we go somewhere today's and the fighting and the bickering and the wrestling match's in the living room. The house is destroyed in a matter of 2.3 seconds and I spend most of my time frustratrated about the chaos around me. Which we all know doesn't make for good quality mommy time.

I think that the problem lies in the fact that I was an only child most of my life, with a somewhat unorganized chaos around me. So it was quiet but a bit out of control. Years later, still like the quiet but I can't stand the sense of being out of control. I know, duh, you have six kids, you brought this crap on yourself lady. Ok, I said we had a plan, didn't say it was well thought out! Leave me alone.

Now back to me. When the house goes my sense of peace goes. I need to be in control of my surroundings. And the little beasts, I mean the lovely children, who live in my house do not seem to care. Like being raised carefree (kinda) and happy is just a given! Then lo and behold out comes the Martyr Complex. You know the one, where you find yourself saying things like,

~Don't worry I'll just do everything, I mean it's not like I get any time to myself, of course all I want to do in life is go behind you and pick your dirty socks off the floor, why would I want to shower today, I live to just cook and clean for you all.....

Get the point?

With having 2 babies here this summer and 4 other kids all in various stages of growth and attitude and neediness, this is what I have learned.

1. How many days that I can go without a shower.

2. How impossible it is to go out with all 6 and actually have fun. Don't get me started on the bowling incident.

3. That kids never get bored saying "I'm bored"

4. That you can take your kids to the waterpark, ice cream, grandma's, Mc Donald's Playland within 2 days and the very next day, they are BORED!

5. That giving Max whole milk is a bad idea and we will all pay for at least a week afterward.

6. That my kids can all be happily occupied elsewhere but if I pick up the phone or sit at the computer at least 2 kids will need me.

7. Teenagers really do know everything.

8. 6 year olds will pick up everything a teenager says and does. Not funny.

9. 7 year olds really can have addictions. i.e. VIDEO GAMES

10. That I can still love my kids even when I want to throw them out the window.

Honestly this has been one of my least favorite summers on record. It really must end soon or I am not responsible for my actions.

Want to hear something really sad? I am already looking forward to next summer because I just KNOW it's going to be better. Somebody slap me please.

'til next time

me