So. School’s over for the year. So are dance classes. And here I sit on the eve of summer, and I’m scared. I’m almost embarrassed to admit it, but I’m scared. I’m scared to spend all day, every day, with both my children. I haven’t been in this position before so in addition to school being out and dance lessons being over, we’re throwing in a 9 week old that needs to be cared for. It will be so very easy to spend each day in pajamas watching tv. But I know I can’t let that happen. It should be an interesting few weeks as A and I adjust to each other. We’ll eventually fall into a routine that will include playing outside, crafts, maybe some baking and cooking and endless trips to the museum and zoo. I’ve also signed her up for swim lessons, church camp (it’s only 4 days, 2 hours each evening), we’ll be taking a trip to see the in-laws over the 4th of July, A will spend a week with my parents in July and I’m still hoping to sneak a family beach trip in there somewhere. I’m also seriously considering sending her to VBS at the church where she attends preschool. We’ll see.
It’s a strange feeling to truly be fearful of spending time with your kid. But I’m all about being honest here, and honestly, it scares me. I’ve had so many reasons over the past 18 months or so to not be the best mom. I was pregnant, then I wasn’t, then I was an emotional mess, then I was pregnant again, now I have a new baby. But it’s time for me to get my proverbial shit together and be the best mom I can be. I want my kids to remember their childhood fondly and endless episodes of Dora and Team Umizoomi only stick with you for so long and, given her age, I think I stand a good chance at leaving either a positive or negative impression on her childhood memories this summer. I would also like to get back into the swing of things around the house. Following my cleaning schedule, cooking dinner regularly (I actually do this one pretty darn well considering), perhaps a jog every now and then and also fitting in “me” time there somewhere. These are all lofty goals when you factor in the new baby and lack of sleep. But hey, a girl can dream right?
So here I sit, getting ready to embark on the Summer of 2012. I know that each day I will wonder how my children will survive the remainder of the day; how I will survive the remainder of the day. I know that each day I will look forward to bed time. I know that each day I will catch myself sighing, or looking at my 3-year-old like she’s an alien sent to destroy me. Some days my 3-year-old WILL be an alien sent to destroy me. I’ll also, most likely, crack up each day. And I’ll go to bed each night wondering if I did my best; recounting all the moments I could have done better. I’ll spend my days trying to keep up with my kids, trying to maintain a house, trying to give my husband what he needs and around 5 each day decide I can’t, and pour myself a glass of wine. Or grab a beer. Or both. I’ll juggle play-doh, markers, crayons, chalk, paint, glitter, stamps, diaper changes, time outside, errands, rocking the baby to sleep, nursing, and a whole host of other things on a daily basis. I’ll try to keep my cool, remain calm and be consistent in my expectations of my children and how I discipline them. I don’t want to yell…my mom yelled. Hopefully I’ll make it to September and be happy with what I see behind me. Now, I’m headed to bed to try to get some rest. I want to start this summer off as rested as possible. Cheers to the Summer of 2012 Y’all!