A collective cheer heard from parents everywhere. The kids are happy parents are ecstatic it feels like a win-win for the entire family.
The Kids are singing – No more pencils, no more books, No more teachers dirty looks.
The parents are singing – No more lunches, no more homework. No more mornings going berserk.
Yes, I made that up and yes I know I am a nerd!
Summer is here what do I do now?
Unfortunately, this is the conundrum I find myself in at the end of each school year. I try to be the Mom that plans and has everything sorted out. The operative word being “try”. After ten years and two kids, all the way through elementary school I am failing miserably. The end of June comes, and I am “that” Mom, who is scrambling to find summer plans for her kids. I suck at planning my kid’s summer activities.
I used to be so good at this when I was an SAHM. Everything labeled ; toys put away before bed every night. Homework was done, organized and put away. It all seemed so much easier. Now that I am working I feel like I am drowning. I am not saying any of it is easy, I am saying I am struggling at doing both.
Every year it is the same thing, I start the school year off with the best intentions. Saying to myself don’t worry this year will be different you will get a handle on it. Here I am each year, completely lost and wondering where it all went wrong.
This is the evolution of my school year:
August 15th – Is summer over yet? My house can’t handle another minute of two teenagers leaving EVERYTHING they have touched wherever the hell they want to leave it. Feels guilty for not planning summer activities.
August 20th – We have a family meeting about how we will be more organized this school year. I check Pinterest for organization ideas, get distracted and find beer can chicken recipe. I make that for dinner.
August 27th – I check Pinterest again for ways to organize your teenager for the upcoming school year. I realize I have one more weekend to buy school supplies and panic.
August 28th – I find myself at Wal-Mart picking through the remnants of school supplies because I left it to the last-minute. Again.
September 1st – The day before school starts, I feel like I have everything under control. I have pinterest-ed the shit out of two cubbies for my kids to put all of their school correspondence. Set homework schedules and pulled out my crock pot for the upcoming School year. I feel like I got this.
October 20th – Everything seems to be running smoothly. The kids are using their cubby’s; I have not once missed signing a permission slip or handing in one hot lunch form. I am feeling proud of myself. Pats self on back and pours glass of wine.
November 12th – The cubby is starting to overflow. My daughter is texting me on my way to work wondering where her field trip form is; I am beginning to miss summer desperately.
December 1st – My son has a pile of unfinished homework under his bed. I forgot to pull out anything for dinner and fuck the crock pot I have used it five times since September.
Christmas Break – It’s time to get re-organized. I promise myself I will get a handle on everything. We have another family meeting about how tired I am after work, and I need their help with chores around the house. Everyone jumps on board, we all feel refreshed. We got this.
January 9th – I forget to pick my daughter up from Volleyball practice because all the school notices are in a pile on the kitchen counter. I can’t even find the beautiful Pinterest cubby anymore. So much for the Christmas Break refresh.
February 14th – When the hell is spring break? Why does it feel like all I have done is work, help with homework and cook dinner? Oh shit, I forgot to pick up Valentine’s gifts for my kids. Buys extremely expensive chocolate out of guilt.
March 6th – Ah, Spring Break! I send my kids to the lake with their grandparents for two weeks. Seemingly the only thing I have planned adequately this year.
April 26th – Two more months of this hell and it is summer! I check Pinterest for summer time activity ideas for teens. Instead, I find a recipe for crock pot beer can chicken and make that for dinner. I am going to make this crock pot worth the money I spent on it. I tell myself I still have two months to figure out summer activities, I will be okay.
May 19th – There is no longer any semblance of organization in my house. I have been on the internet for four hours and have realized all the good summer programs for kids are booked up. I start to realize that my adorable Type B personality is messing up this parenting gig.
June 24th – My kids bring home all of their shit from school, piles of it. I put it in the I-will-go-through-this-later pile but never do. Summer break has started, and here I am again wondering what the hell I am going to do with my kids all summer.
There it is … I try my best. Every. Single. Year. Without fail, I find myself in the exact, same spot. Wondering how all the other Mothers do it.