I was looking at my calendar yesterday and realized there are only three weeks left of non-school filled summer for us.
This is breaking my heart.
I am not ready for summer to be over. I know, I should focus on the three weeks we have left, but when you factor in the week we will be spending at the Butler Farm Show, the preschool orientation, the Kindergarden orientation, and the last few appointments we have of the summer, there aren't many days left! Even though there have been days where my kids are picking and fighting, screeching and screaming, whining and begging, I am not ready to pack them back up and send them on the bus/drive to preschool.
I was cleaning out some old folders yesterday and came across this "letter" from a newsletter of a MOPS group I used to attend. It was kind of my unofficial motto for summer without me even knowing it. I gave up on any heavy duty chores for the summer, which is why my house now looks like I am prepping for an episode of hoarders . The cobwebs are killing me! I literally have them everywhere. In fact, I left my Kitchen Aid mixer on my counter last night and this morning there was a cobweb from the mixer to the cabinet!
I was talking to a friend yesterday who told me she had spent an unreasonable amount of time at a local shoe store trying to get her four children fit into sneakers for the coming school year. As she told the story, I vowed that I will not take my kids back to school shopping. They don't need anything and I am going to try to avoid the realization that school is going to start as long as possible. As I finish out these fleeting summer days, I am going to keep this letter on my refrigerator to remind me that these days are going by way too fast and my job is to create memories and have fun with my kids.
When everyone is in school, I will have time to tediously clean my house, clean out the kitchen cabinets and wipe down all the contents, and do all the mundane cleaning I feel that I should do now. And someday, no one will be here except me and Erik, and I will be like our neighbor and invite the neighbor kids down to play because even though I haven't vacuumed in a month, there are no foot prints in the carpet.
So, today, when I thought I was going to "crack down" in an attempt to get our lives back on track, I looked at this letter again and decided the kids didn't have to match their clothes, comb their hair, or clean up the playroom like I had originally intended. I will do the chores that must be done (if I don't fold and put away clothes today, no one is going to have any underwear) but after that, we will see where the day takes us. Because all too soon, I am going to be telling them, "In just one more day we go back to school."