Something terrifying occurred to me today. We here in the Midwest are into summer break now one month.
Do you know what that means? I still have nine weeks of not knowing what on earth to do to keep my kids entertained. You would think after several years, I’d have a clue how to figure these things out. But I’m not a planner. I don’t have a full calendar of events scheduled. Usually, I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to do after my coffee.
God bless those overachieving moms who get ‘er done! Even though I’m quite certain they have to be on the edge of a nervous breakdown or will go postal by the time their kids are in high school. They color code their calendar-o-fun for their kids to drool over – anticipating the Thursday when they get to hand wash the minivan and then create a hand squeezed, organic lemonade stand that is FDA approved and GMO free.
I have chin hairs to constantly pluck, touching up my grey hairs, cleaning up and/or delegating the troops to the pick up the constant messes. It’s a full time job! Believe me, I have no time or energy to be a neat freak. If my important piles end up not teetering to the left and there is no visible mold in the house, my house is sparkling fine!
Plus, there is the whole work thing. I know that SAHM’s have it rough. Their job is under appreciated and under paid. As moms we all have it rough, but how many of you would get a anything done with your kids in your office for months on end?
I JUST NEED 15 MINUTES OF QUIET!!!
For some reason my munchkins tend to distract me a smidge.
ICE CREAM TRUCK!!!
Huh, what were we talking about?
During the school year, my adorable munchkins are…at school. It’s handy that way. Homeschooling families, I’m sure your kids are well behaved, quiet and studious with you in charge; but that isn’t happening in my home. Plus, the public schools are fabulous in my neck of the woods, so why not take them up on the free
Fast forward to dreamland: If I took time to plan out our week, (aka get my Pinterest on) my kids might not be asking every 15 minutes what to do. Or the worst phrase ever – “I’m bored!” The first week of summer, I put a kibosh on the phrase, which bores holes through my eardrums and burrows into the deep, dark recesses of my brain.
“Did you know munchkins, that people who say ‘I’m bored!’ are too dumb to come up with their own clever ideas. I feel sorry for those people. So glad you both are so smart and don’t have that problem!”
I’ll let you know if it stops working.
So today was a typical day: the girls had swim lessons, then there was the usual feeding, watering and bathing cycle which constantly repeats 24/7. In between my ferris wheel ride called my life, I tried to sneak in some writing, because I felt like my inbox was out of control.
Munchkin #1 was reading, or cleaning, or playing video games. OK fine, I haven’t a clue what she was doing, but she was quiet. Hallelujah!! How much trouble could a silent 8 year old be? Munchkin #2, who is 7, approached my office with the tact of a toddler barging into the bathroom when you are trying to pee alone.
“Mama, you said you would play with me,” she moaned in a long drawn out sentence.
“Where is your sister?” I asked. Why else do people have more than one child? To keep the other siblings entertained! It’s a no brainer, right?
Munchkin #2 whined, “She doesn’t want to play with me!”
“And you promised you would play with me…”
Yeah, she’s good. Real good.
Since I was thinking of a storyline at the time, I suggested we write a story together. Well, you would think I asked her to be my maid of honor. She jumped up and down, screaming and clapping and said, “Will it be on the blog?”
“Honey, you don’t have a blog,” I said.
“Mom-my! Your blog!!”
This is when my stomach started flipping, my blood pressure elevated, and hot flashes appeared on every surface of my body.
I don’t commonly use guest bloggers. Not even family. But how could I turn this down?
She of course took a topic (phrase) that she has been singing every chance she gets for the past few months. “Mimi Cheesey.” Don’t worry, it has no meaning. She just likes the way it rolls out of her mouth and the silliness which ensues afterwards. This is the first time she has written about Mimi Cheese.
So without further ado, I introduce my budding and silly writer…
by Munchkin #2
Mimi Cheesey was a little boy piece of cheese. He got eaten by Tom the cat. Mimi Cheesey started to cry. His parents rushed into the room and rushed him to the hospital.
He had to get a cast on his head because he needed that part of his head back. So they replaced it with a cast.
His parents said, “He needs stitches!”
Mimi Cheesey sighed, “Dad, can I have some cheese?”
“NO!!” his father replied.
Mimi Cheesey said, “Yogurt?”
“NO!!!!!!!!!!!!” he replied again.
“No food in the hospital! Not even a grain of wheat,” said Dad.
“How about root beer?”
“You can have that,” said Father. “You’re a good boy. Now the stitches are going to hurt. They are going to stick it all the way into your cheesies.”
So he got his cast off five minutes after the stitches because it was only a little nibble.
Then the parents and Mimi Cheesey all went to get some Pepperjack from the Hatton’s Deli and Bar because they were thirsty.
I think after our writing bonding experience, I should try to up my game. Summer is the only time when we aren’t inundated by homework, extra-curricular events and Daylights Savings.
Maybe I’ll try to schedule some adventures for us. I might even put it in my planner if I could find it under my pile of stuff. However, if I ever hear the words, “I’m bored!” the next adventure with the kids will be learning about how to properly wash, fold and put away the laundry. Never too early to do that too!
Am I the only one who feels this way? Where do you find things to do with your kids? Or what were your tricks when you had kids at home?