So it’s summer (which came on spastically fast, didn’t it??), which in our brains equals lazy, hazy, laughing, smiling, joking, relaxing, stress-free times with our kids, doesn’t it? Isn’t it supposed to? Especially now that our 5 kids are all 5 and older, we’ve been talking about how GREAT it’s going to be — they are finally old enough to hang out pretty independently, and we are not going to over-schedule them so we can have true, real, quality time with them.
So why only a few days in are we pulling our hair out, devoid of patience and feeling out of sorts? (Maybe it’s because we’re realizing that we’re just OLD, but that’s another post – many posts – to come.) Hmmm. Is it because we’re winding down from the year? Is it because these ridiculously nice visions in our heads are not real? Summer is not supposed to include screaming, is it? Or screaming at other people in supermarket parking lots because we’re late getting our child to a doctor appointment (ahem, Trisha)?
