I always seem to feel surprised when the end of summer approaches. I’m not talking about the official end of the season in about four weeks, I’m talking about the end of summer – Labor Day, and the start of school.
Now, I always complain that we didn’t “do” enough – didn’t go as many places as we said we would, didn’t get as many “projects” or chores done as we should have, etc. And that’s as true this year as it always is. Maybe more so.
But what I’m really mourning this year is that instead of both kids being home with me all day on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, Book Boy will be at school on Fridays. That means I’ll miss a third of my days home with him.
Yes, I do complain about him sometimes, and sometimes he really does drive me insane. And I really don’t know whether I’d be cut out to be a full-time stay-at-home mom. But I really enjoy my time home with the kids.
I think I’m noticing it more than ever right now because I’m on day 5 of a mini-vacation. We’ve had a great time together, and I’m sad that I have to go back to work tomorrow. The kids have been swimming every day, I’ve actually gotten some work done (LS’s closet is now cleaned out!), btwinny and JD came for a visit, Andrew came for an all-day play date, etc. I’m also sad that since BB starts school next Tuesday, this Friday is our last “Mom and Book Boy and Little Sister day.” (Previously known as “Mom and Book Boy day,” back before LS joined the family.)
And besides, who wouldn’t want more time with this crazy kid?!
How do YOU feel about the end of summer? Are you in the “It can’t be over” camp, the “hasn’t school started YET” camp, or somewhere in between?