Summer in Westerville started before Memorial Day, so it’s been about five months of summer so far to date. “Mom time” that is…
And through the fun filled summer sun soaked days of great activities and non-stop madness, I can pause and take a bit of time to rest and reflect. There have been some proud moments for me as a mother, and then there were some not so proud moments I will truthfully admit.
I will start with my proud moments, because we moms always like to brag about how awesome we are, right?
1. I built a kick A– fort with my kids the other day, which they are sleeping in now for the second night in a row! I caught my kids carrying up the HUGE full-length cushion from our couch upstairs, one on each side of the thing trying to hoist it up the staircase. At first I was all, “WHAT ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU DOING???” And then I was all, “WAIT….let me help get this up there. And I have some ideas! We could put it up over here and then the other cushion there and go get the king size sheets and comforters and blankets and pillows and we are gonna build a fortress NO ONE has seen before!!!” Thirty minutes later, I stood looking at my creation as my kids squealed with delight ready to put every toy they owned inside. Yippee for them! And I bought myself a full hour of peace for me while they played in it with their toys. Unfortunately, the hour was spent on making calls to doctors and more doctors to get records sent to another doctor. But hey, it was quiet so I am not complaining or anything.
2. I have officially “adopted” a few kids at the pool this summer. Apparently they are dropped off for the day until closing and are in desperate need for things like attention, food, and a swimming instructor, as they did NOT know how to swim a month ago. They are sweet as can be and it makes me sad to think of them at the pool all day when we are not there. They are my additional children, and I am proud to call them mine when we go to the pool.
3. The very first days of summer I made a checklist for my kids to complete every day. I filled it with chores, summer school work, reading, and daily expectations. I have made these every summer to ensure some sort of structure and productivity fills our days and weeks. I am proud to share that I had it all together with workbooks and reading books lined up, along with appropriate chores given out. With each successfully checked day, they would get a sticker. As the days go by, the stickers get bigger toward the week’s end. I gave them a choice; to either have weekly rewards or a big reward at the end of the summer. With some serious negotiating, they agreed to the BIG reward at the end. (I’m all for that- much easier maintenance and DADDY can take them to the water park…WIN-WIN I say!) Am I on the ball or WHAT?
4. I cleaned my house. I know that may sound redundant and silly to claim as a proud moment, but as always, there is a story behind it. My hubby got me an Eversave coupon for a full house cleaning for my birthday LAST summer. I was THRILLED because there is nothing finer then watching someone else do all the work…. Especially the dirty work. I waited for that perfect season where you can let the house go because the CLEANING PEOPLE are coming. I knew I would use it in the spring- because spring is always crazy and I could let the house go while I ran around with all the end of the year activities and such. It killed me to not dust, clean the floors, clean the toilets, etc… as the weeks unfolded, but I knew in time the house would be transformed into the sparkling clean this cleaning company claimed. After trying to call their number and finding out it’s not in service, I googled them and emailed them to set up an appointment. After a bit of a run around, our date was set. Tuesday after Memorial Day weekend! A perfect LAUNCH to our summer! YAY!
They never showed. I emailed them and the email came back failed delivery. Can you believe it?
So I stewed in my dirty house for days and days until I finally couldn’t stand it anymore. And cleaned it myself. One big UGH.
Now on to some not so proud moments…
1. I told my kids on more than one occasion that I really really really wanted to hit them. (I didn’t, but it felt really good to say it.)
2. You know that awesome checklist I made for my kids? Well, our first week, we were on FIRE with it. And now? The second sheet for both of my kids still lies blank on the table just waiting for someone to check something off. Very sad. Hoping that maybe tomorrow we start again. Hoping.
3. I ate waaaay too much cake at too many graduation parties. I mean three, maybe four pieces a party too much. I went to five different parties. Five times four is twenty. Twenty pieces of cake give or take a few. Some I lost count. Others I may have stopped because people were watching. My kids know how I am about cake. They always ask for more when they see me take more. I say no. They say “but why mommy? YOU get to eat lots more pieces of cake and we only want one more piece.” It really humbles me in a crowd.
4. Last but not least: I was up waay too late and still in sound slumber one morning, when my son comes in to wake me and tells me he is very very hungry. He had probably been up for a few hours, seeing as he sometimes is a very early riser. I moan and grumble and mumble, “get it yourself” and slide back into dream state. After tossing and turning out of my beautiful deep rem state, I go downstairs feeling a bit guilty of indulging in almost eight hours of a possible full sleep cycle, I see my poor kid just getting into the fridge with his hand on the full gallon of milk to pour onto his cereal. This gallon probably weighs more than he does. I immediately grab the milk from his shaking hand and pour it for him. I notice chairs moved to the pantry so he could reach the cereal boxes while standing on them. I now remember that in my sleepy state, he said he really wanted cereal. That was the second time he came back begging for help. I thought I diverted him with the old standby of “get a treat instead” trying to buy just a few more minutes in my bed. Apparently, the kid really wanted breakfast, and (blows me away) he did not go for the treat after all. Ouch.
Maybe I should have ended with the proud moments, come to think of it.