August is rough, man. I’m dizzy with back to school clothes and supplies, the endless forms and fees, immunizations, sports practices, work, bills and trying to squeeze the last drop out of this short and sweet summer with one final trip to the lake. If that doesn’t overload the mom brain, try adding four birthdays into the mix and it’s almost enough to make me run away to California to join an orange-picking commune.
Yep. That’s generally how I feel about the extremely long list of school supplies I have to buy each summer for each kid.
I have kids in both private and public school this year and neither one is better than the other when it comes to draining my already limited cash flow. I have to ask myself, shouldn’t my expensive tuition cover the supplies my kids need or shouldn’t my super high property taxes and state taxes fund this stuff?
I get it. My kids’ unrelenting naughtiness is my cross to bare. For those of us who are open to allowing the Lord into our hearts, we understand that suffering moves us closer to Him. Attempting to bring one, two, or three of my children to Sunday mass can sometimes be so tortuous that I think it could put me on the path to sainthood. Alas, I am no saint and try as I might, I will never be one.
Middle school. Saying those two words out loud leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Maybe it’s because I distinctly remember the smells that pubescent children would leave behind in the hallways. Whether it was from a lack of hygiene or a lack of fart etiquette, frequently having to walk through those invisible pockets of stench in between classes was not a pleasant thing.
I’m drifting further away. Away from my family, my job, my messy house, motherhood, bills, stress, and responsibility. My soul is in a dreamlike state. My vision is partially blurred by the light and I can barely see my loved ones anymore. I hear soft, gentle sounds calling me into another world. I can feel my anxiety melting away as I stretch out my arms, reaching into the sky and allowing myself to float into the peace that awaits me here.
That is, until I catch a glimpse of a boat headed straight towards me and my floatie.
Literally. Like I actually have this weird burning sensation in my stomach. No, it’s not indigestion or a stomach ulcer, unless there’s something new developing here that I’m not aware of. Perhaps I should look for some Tums…I really do think it’s all in my head though and it scares the hell out of me.
Plus 30 Outdoor Activities That Require Little To No Parental Preparation
It’s only been two weeks into summer break and I am seriously wishing I could send my kids back to school. Like right now. Apparently, I’m supposed to entertain my children during the summer months. My daughter was actually incensed at the idea that my husband and I wanted to do something for ourselves on her first day of summer vacation. Forgive us for being so selfish…