The. Last. Day. Of. Summer.
*Long, thankful exhale*
Don’t get me wrong – I adore sleeping in, when the weasels let me. And I adore the blank, open days stretching before us, eager to be filled with wherever our whims will take us. But I miss the sexy me…the one that exists when I get time away from motherhood to remember who the rest of me is.
As the summer’s coming to a close, we’ve stuffed the days full of everything the weasels don’t want to let go of – sleepovers and play dates and beach time and playing in/around/over and under the water, which has made for busy days for all of us. I haven’t had any trouble sleeping lately because I’m truly worn out at night. It’s a lot of fun, of course, but I’m really looking forward to the little things: An uninterrupted shower. Going to the market by myself. Thinking through a whole sentence before voices ask me where the equator is or when the sun is over us where it is to them or when we’ll get to go to the Amazon and if we’ll be able to bring snakes back from the jungle or what my favorite snake is or can I have that Pokemon card Please Please PLEASE PLEASE?? I’ll never ask for ANYTHING again…
(It makes me wonder how god deals with all of her children. Just two constantly asking for things has driven me to the brink of insanity…trying to imagine millions of pleading voices makes me thankful to be mortal.)
In fact, I’m only writing this right now because one of the weasels has come down with mysterious flu (the kind you get when you don’t know anyone else who has it,) and so they are both parked in front of the tv in an attempt to coax the sick one into resting. (You call it the opiate of the masses, I call it a bribe to get them to sit still long enough to heal.) Of course, part of my head it panicking with the thought of all the things I need to do today that I really can’t do with a sick weasel, but I’m confident that I’ll find a way to eke out the absolute minimum that has to be done, and face an even longer list tomorrow.
The joys of motherhood – I haz them.
In better news, I mustered just enough energy last night for a quick game of Parcheesi with my buzzy toy. I waited until the weasels had been asleep at least an hour, and I locked the door and turned on the tv to drown out any sound.
And, in case you’re wondering…
Yeah, I totally won.
hahahah Parcheesi, huh? I think my game was closer to wack-a-mole by the time I was done.. and I totally won too.
We’ve still got a few weeks to go before the ElderSpawn heads back to school and I know both she and my wife are very much looking forward to that. I’m pretty sure you are at least partially super-human, because if my wife had two Spawn of similar age, I’d have come home to a smoking pit in the ground by now.
I’m very happy for your upcoming quiet, sanity and uninterrupted showers.. not to mention the uninterrupted phone calls.
Well done, Hot Mama.
LOL That’s true – our phone calls have sounded more like this:
“…and then when you put your – no, sweetie, you can’t have a cookie right now. We’ll have them after lunch - what was I saying? Oh, right, and you put – PUT DOWN THAT CAT! - your – no, we can’t have a venomous snake as a pet. No, not even a nice one…”
I swear, locking the door has merely served to make better lock picks of both of them.
*Sigh*
oh yeah, sounds like my wee spawn.. pretty sure she’ll either be a genius engineer, a master thief or a spy when she gets older.
LOL Remind me how those three are different? C’mon, I’ve heard you talk about your job…
Ok, true… engineer, thief, spy… not many shades between any of those three