Yesterday it dawned on me that with the closure of school through the end of the year, this means that assuming they return on schedule on September 1st, the kids will have been home full time with me for 5 1/2 months. To be precise, 203 days.
The last day my boys went to school was the morning of March 12, which was the day we left for Mexico. I believe school was first suspended the following Friday or somewhere in that range.
203 days!!!!! That is over half the year! I realize they would normally be home for the summer anyway, so that part shouldn’t be some big shock. But as wonderful as summertime is, for me as a working mom (and a work from home mom), the summers always present some unique challenges. I generally feel sort of a love/hate relationship with summers, just because it tends to feel a little chaotic balancing when I will work with having the kids home underfoot, juggling the different camps and activities and summer school along with more messes, meals, friends over, etc.
I tend to do a lot of alternating work blocks for a few hours with kid stuff for a few hours, repeat, repeat. By the end of the day, I oftentimes feel like I was sort of neither here nor there, if that makes sense. Like, I get a lot done, but I don’t always feel the sense of easy freedom that you might envision summertime is supposed to feel like. I tend to get a little bit stressed, with one eye always on the clock, calculating what time I need to stop work to run someone to tennis lessons and then many days scheduling some work hours in the evenings and most Saturday mornings to round out the week. (I am so, so grateful for this flexibility- I am not complaining exactly- just stating the reality of what a flexible schedule sometimes actually looks like).
All of “that” has kind of now been extended by 2 1/2 months. 😁
|Good thing they are cute though 😉|
I LOVE my kids more than life itself. But I’m also someone who likes her alone time! I’m just not used to having anyone in the house with me constantly anymore and having them “around” all the time just gets on my nerves sometimes. I sometimes find myself snapping “WHAT?!?” when they call my name for the 15th time before 10 am.
|Haha! I have seen this shared online and it always makes me giggle.|