Today is the last day of school and of course this morning my boys leaped out of bed. There was no begging for five more minutes, no arguing over breakfast, or what I packed them for lunch. They were singing and happy. In fact, I got a joyous chorus of, It’s the most wonderful time of the year. There was talk of afternoons spent swimming and playing with friends, and of course plots about how they were going to drive me around the bend.
I will certainly get to spend more time with my kids in the upcoming weeks, but it comes with a loss of peace and quiet. I can already hear the whines of, “but mom, I’m bored.” Or the shrill screams of, “Mom, he licked me.” Why oh why do they have to lick each other? It’s going to be a very, very, very long two months. In fact, I think I am jealous that the unhusband gets to escape to work for eight hours a day.
This is going to be my last day to enjoy the silence and peace and quiet for two months, so I am going to spend it relaxing in the backyard reading and perhaps having a beer or two after 1pm of course. I’ll see you tomorrow, should the children give me enough peace to write around.