This day comes every August. Almost exactly two weeks before school starts. The day when I begin to dislike my children. The day when I don’t care about doing stations anymore. Watch TV and play video games all day, kids. Whatever. So what. Just leave me alone. Oh, and I’m also sick of cooking for you.
I want my house to be clean and quiet. No quarreling. No crayons and legos underfoot. Locking myself in my bedroom every day is sounding more and more appealing. As does serving cereal for every meal. It’s enriched with vitamins. Feeding it to them would be doing them a favor!
I feel really bad about all of this. Well, sort of bad. Especially because Baby Jasper is starting Kindergarten and they only have full-day here. I love Baby Jasper. I will miss him. The other ones I will miss too. (Except for Ada who has been an absolute pill this summer.) But right now they are all conspiring to annoy and try me.
I think I’m still faking it enough to fool them, though. Our oven is constantly on to cook Shrinky Dinks and Sculpey clay creations. And I gave myself and the two oldest girls mani/pedis yesterday (mine is super cute. You should like my Facebook page to see the picture I posted of my toenails. Wait, you don’t want to see my toenails? Well, fine). We are still doing Texas Tuesday (went to Blue Hole in Wimberley this week. It’s a fabulous swimmin’ hole. If you live in central Texas it’s worth a trip for sure.)
If I grit my teeth we will make it to the end of summer. Barely.