Summer fun! I have been waiting for this all year! I have 3 more days of work, then I'm free!!!! When I'm driving the many miles (about 500 a week) for work or late at night when sleep eludes me I dream about what summer is going to be like! It's perfect!
We are all going to sleep in until at least 9am (I love, love, love , my sleep) and my kids will come in and snuggle with me for awhile. We will laugh and talk about all of the fun stuff that has happened so far this summer! We will head downstairs for a lazy breakfast. The boys will watch TV and play nicely while I start laundry and clean up the kitchen. Then we will start our fun filled day! I have spent way too many hours on pinterest finding fun activities for the boys. We will make spray chalk, have picnics, do colored bubbles, play in the sprinker, go in town and swim and play at the park. We'll come in for a little bit in the afternoon so the boys can nap. I will blog and check out my social networks and maybe even nap with them a little bit. I will try all my new recipes that I am anxious to cook (another pinterest thing....think I may have a problem). We will go to Cole's baseball games and laugh and play together at night. When the boys are cleaned up, tucked-in and sleeping, Beau and I will relax on the couch, snuggling, talk about our day and watching some shows. It will be blissfully amazing!
Pahahah! Yeah right! Sounds good in my mind though. This is what's really going to happen. Blake is going to wake up at the ASS crack of dawn wanting to get out of the crib and start his day. The boys will be in and out of our room to make sure we know Blake is awake and to tell us that if they don't get their milk and breakfast in 1 minute they will die of thirst and hunger. I will drag my lazy body out of bed, get the screaming baby out of the crib and drag my feet to the kitchen. Taking one look at it, and wishing that I would have just done the dishes last night. Each child will beg for different breakfasts. Hunter wants peanut butter toast and Cole wants an egg sandwich...Oh wait. Hunter now wants an egg sandwich too (which I know he doesn't really like and only wants because Cole does). I will try to get laundry started and come back upstairs to start on the dishes (wait, I haven't even had a chance to pee yet...or eat). The boys will have snuck their breakfast into the living room while I was downstairs switching laundry and there will be peanut butter (after making Hunter an egg sandwich he decided he wanted the peanut butter toast instead) smeared on the back of the couch.
While I'm trying to get ready for our "fun" activity during the day the older two will get in a wresting match. It's all fun and they are laughing until one wild elbow and now we have tears and screaming and attempt of retaliation and a big bruise. Blake is now ticked because no ones paying attention to him so he decides to take the 4500 DVDs we own and throw them all over the floor. We finally get out for our "fun" activity. There are laughs and the boys are enjoying it. Since Blake has been up waayyy to long he has reached his breaking point. He is tired and hungry and crabby! We will make it through our "fun" activity.
I will get lunch made and Blake will fall asleep in his dinner plate. I will carry him up and get the boys cleaned up and ready for their nap. They will go upstairs and I will lay them down. I will fall asleep, waking up to one side of my body stiff and numb from being crammed into a little kid bed. I will sneak down and try to hop on the computer for a few minutes only to hear two little boys thudding around upstairs. I will spend the next hour going up and down the stairs trying to get them to be quiet and stay in their beds. In the process Blake will wake up from the commotion.
By 5 pm when Beau gets home I will be ready for a drink (or 5). .....We will barely make it through the evening. The boys will be tired and fighting about who gets to do what, they will be mad when they have to come inside for dinner. They will complain that they don't like dinner. I will battle them through the bedtime routine, but will finally get them asleep. I will drag my tired self downstairs only to see a complete disaster. I will spend the next 2 hours cleaning and catching up on housework. I will be too tired to watch any shows or snuggle. Because in 8 hours, it will all happen again.
Either way we will make memories. We will gave those wonderful moments which will outweigh the trying ones. We will spend time with those we love and remember every day how truly blessed we are :)
HAPPY SUMMER!
one can dream can't they.... :)
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