Well, today marked the first day of the school year for us pseudo year-rounders here in ATL. Just as quickly as it came, summer break has slipped through the sands of the hourglass.
Just a few weeks back, I found myself on the precipice of a BREAK! A break from extra-curriculars, a break from carpools and drop-offs, a break from “have-to’s” and “do-this’s”. A break from playdates, parties, teams, crowds. A break from wondering what horrible disease the kiddos were going to bring home to share with our crowd of five. A break for THEM (from all the “have-to’s”, “do-this’s”, schedules, and carpools). No homework, no alarm clock, no reason to stop playing in the street at 5pm.
And now I’m in need of a new break. A break FROM them!
A dear friend of mine spent her summer living in India, where her hubby worked each day till 7, and there was no babysitter to be seen on the far side of the Atlantic. She literally spent every moment of a pregnant month with her two kiddos! Pretty sure I saw her skipping out of the school this morning….
Typically for me, the joy of not having to face all the pencil markings on my calendar (Yes, I still use a paper calendar. Old school, baby!) outweighs the fact that no pencil markings means no time sans children. The sheer bliss of the sun kissing my tank-topped shoulders trumps the weight of three sweat-covered complaints with legs chirping in my ears. The ecstasy of waking up at 7:00 (I dream big) deafens the sonic boom of large tiny voices that live in continual conflict. I grow numb to the truly maddening realization that my mini-people are physically incapable of getting along and that I no longer know how to walk anywhere without shuffling eight legs instead of just two. I brush off the fact that I haven’t spent time with another grown-up alone, written in my journal, attempted a blog entry, or skittered to LA on the elliptical machine without three other athletes-to-be in tow.
None of it matters, because we are on BREAK!! The sun is shining! The pool is warm! We are together!
I. LOVE. IT!!
Until I don’t.
Then I suddenly realize that I haven’t seen another grown-up alone in two months. I haven’t shopped for groceries without reminding little people that the carts aren’t bowling balls and the food displays aren’t jungle gyms. I haven’t written in my journal or attempted a blog entry since the final school bell rang. I haven’t listened to the waves. I haven’t had one. moment. of. sibling. peace.
And then just like that….summer’s over! Before I had the chance to realize what was going on.
And just in time to save me from realizing what was going on.
So here I sit. 11:30pm after the first day of school. After the first bell rang, the pencil markings started adding up, two playdates occurred, groceries were shopped for, lunches made, and a blog post entered.
I don’t think I’m ready for this.
Or maybe I am….