As summer days dwindle and the sun sets a little earlier each evening, the signs are all around—store shelves brimming with school supplies, a flood of emails announcing back-to-school events, and my calendar filling up with reminders of what’s to come. Yes, folks, summer is drawing to a close, and with it, the impending return of homework, schedules, and all those delightful PTA notifications.
And you know what? I’m actually looking forward to it.
Because let’s face it—the so-called magic of summer? I’m done with it. Completely over it.
Back in May, I envisioned the idyllic summer: lazy mornings in our pajamas, blissful afternoons at the pool, and evenings filled with laughter at ice cream shops. The thought of my kids enjoying carefree days riding bikes and playing games until the stars twinkled in the night sky seemed perfect. I was ready for the freedom of no homework or reading logs!
But then reality slapped me in the face with the paradox of “summer vacation.”
Instead of packing just one lunch, I find myself preparing and cleaning up a staggering number of snacks—about 37 per day, it feels like! Mornings are far from relaxed; they’re an early scramble because, surprise! Kids don’t seem to understand the concept of sleeping in during the summer. And while I envisioned fun lemonade stands, I’m left with a sticky kitchen and kids who drink more than they sell.
Gone are the peaceful evenings. Instead, I’m mediating disputes over who touched whom first or who devoured the last ice cream sandwich. And family dinners? Well, they come with mosquito bites and the constant reminder to shut the door, which seems to be an impossible task.
Just recently, my kids attended a week-long day camp. Every morning, I dropped them off and didn’t see them until the afternoon. It was pure bliss! I could think clearly, take a shower without interruptions, and enjoy a lunch that didn’t consist of half-eaten crusts. That week reminded me of how the school year is a glorious escape from the chaos. Teachers, I genuinely don’t know how you manage to handle these little whirlwinds for six hours a day. You should be awarded for your superhero-like patience!
Currently, the scene at home is anything but serene. One child is in a full meltdown over a ruined cushion fort, while another is clamoring for yet another snack—this time in a different bowl. The kitchen floor resembles a wet towel and inside-out swimsuit graveyard, and the relentless noise from the TV and my kids’ bickering makes it feel like a zoo in here.
So yes, I’m over this summer madness. There are only 4 weeks, 6 days, and 19 hours until school starts again. But who’s counting, right?
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In summary, as summer comes to a close, I find myself longing for the comforting rhythm of the school year. The chaos of summer has been fun, but I’m ready for some structure again.