We are already two weeks into summer vacation, so it's no small accomplishment that I am actually writing a blog post right now.
You know how I said I had a whole system set up, complete with picture schedule and lots of enriching, educational, learning experiences? Yeah, well, that's been pretty much shot to crap already. I think that's a record, even for me. Honestly, I'm not at all surprised. Who was I kidding, anyway, thinking I, one lone woman, could be a match for my three feral monkeys?
I mentioned that I was trying to get a handle on summer vacation and someone oh, so helpfully pointed out that summer has just begun. How was I going to feel in a few weeks after many endless days of entertaining, feeding, refereeing, and wiping butts? I almost screamed in her well-meaning face.
You see, my kids have thrown me for a loop. I expected Danny to be struggling with the schedule change and disruption in routine. Amazingly, he's been doing pretty well, actually. I guess he is so relieved to be done with the seriously stressful school year that he's been in a terrific mood.
The other two kids, on the other hand, have been driving me batty.
Charlotte has made me twitchy, because my beautiful little girl who is radiant and whimsical? Yeah, the girl never shuts up. Ever. I think I forgot that while she was in kindergarten this year. Even if Tommy is screaming and the phone is ringing and she's watching TV, Charlotte still insists on telling me a long-winded story about her teacher's rabbits. Nothing will make her stop talking.
She even, on occasion, talks in her sleep.
And Tommy doesn't seem all that happy to have his siblings home. He and Charlotte actually got in an extended fight the other morning. It consisted entirely of them saying to each other, "You! Stop talking!" "No, YOU stop talking!" "Be quiet, Charlotte!" "Tommy, you're giving me a headache with all your talking!" This lasted at least 45 minutes, despite many threats of bodily harm.
Yes, it's gotten to me. And I don't think I'm less of a woman or mother to admit this. I will get a handle on things, but it's an enormous adjustment to all of us. So, to the acquaintance who implied I should get my crap together and get moving on a task that I left unfinished: I'm doing the best I can, okay? And I'll get to that little task sometime around September.
Until then, leave me alone or I'll sic Charlotte on you.