Times of transition can be desperate times. Re-acclimating and getting to know each other again. My three kids were home last Friday for their first day of summer vacation. And it was, as my brilliant youngest boy explained, "we're like boxers figuring each other out before we decide what we can do."
Absolutely. The first day of summer vacation. I made it through, but not without my twitter. My twitter that saved me from losing that last grip I had on sanity and running out into my cul-de-sac, naked and babbling, a la Anne Heche.
Here we have #Day1 of summer vacation, deconstruction style and documented on twitter: smile smugly or nod in relatability as you read and watch my not so slow descent into madness:
Just discovered guarantee to get kids to wash hands after they go to the bathroom: google and show Full Size Image of E Coli bacteria.
Why do I continue to be shocked each time DS, 9, tells me he cleaned his room in 10 mins & I go check & find it all shoved under the bed?
Said they'd get jobs if they kept fighting:& now I'm sitting here amazed that they sweep like they're pushing a dust broom at a car factory.
So, I'm finally seeing all the notes sent home from school that I never saw as I empty out 3 boys' backpacks.
#DAY1 summer vacation
#Day1 Summer Vacation and cries from upstairs of "mama! He's shooting at me with pretend lasers!"
Teens laughing as I pull over--again-- to that GD music with sirens in the song.
#DAY1 Telling kids about the "there are starving kids in India" as they complain of cereal for lunch.
#Day1 of summer vacation & think I'm going to lose my mind from three hours of "Which Transformer would you want to be?" talk.
"Mama, would u rather get a 1,000 paper cuts then fall into some Purell or shove a rock down ur throat?"question of the day
#Day1 summer vacation
And how did you all survive??
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