Summer is kicking my butt.
I've had summers with my kids before, yes.
I often vow that we will do very little in the way of "forced" activities - I know that most of their school year is spent with homework, class work, sports and activities, and I really want my kids to have some time off. Not to mention, I need some time that isn't shuttling people here, there and everywhere.
I just always forget that, if they aren't somewhere else - then they are somewhere here.
I've been on two big trips this summer. I've seen a large uptick in my review work - and I'm super delighted about that, because they are good paying opportunities that help so, so much.
I'm speaking at Blogher in about 10 days. (Are you going? I have a ticket for HealthMinder day for one lucky reader - please let me know if I will see you there!) I'm being sponsored by Invisalign, a fact about which I am super delighted as it means that I get to go! AND - it means I'm going to have a great game for everyone to play - and five people will win BIG - as in gift cards.
If you are going to Blogher, you are going to want to find me.
I've picked up a new client - seriously, keep your eye on the review site if you are wise - because there is going to be some really great stuff going on over there pretty soon.
But each of those activites and responsibilities means work and effort and time. Concepts that ALL of you are familiar with, concepts that ALL of you struggle with - and it's just kicking my butt more than most.
I just wrote something long and angsty and ranty - and I deleted it.
My kids are fighting, fighting, fighting, my house is in huge disarray, one of my kids who is old enough to know better is specializing in stupidity and aggravation -
And I just sent my kids over to swim so that I could work. Which, hello, means that now the guilt has come to visit - but that yelling, shrieking side of me needs to depart and it won't as long as there are people in my office crying, arguing, watching MTV on the stupid TV, playing music on an iPod without headphones (so Sister can hear!), asking me to explain simple predicates and how to find the square root and always, always with the name calling and the arguing.
I complained on my Facebook, and a teacher friend told me that she deals with kids for 9 months out of the year - we should be able to deal with them for three. After all, we gave birth to them.
I'm deep breathing like a locomotive. I'm about to hyperventilate, I'm so full of deep breathing. I've told people who are old enough to understand what I need from them, been completely crystal clear with the facts and those facts apparently have been classified as useless. You know, Mom has about three hours of work. If you let me do it without interruption, I'll take you swimming/to the beach/to the water park/buy you a pony - And each and every day those 3 hours of work magically morph into 6 or 8.
I've taken them to concerts. We've done the library. We have visited thrift stores, the water park, the beach - we've gotten new toys for birthdays, done creative crafts and painting, gone for ice cream and I've tried, almost every day, to find something that is fun.
I also want them to figure out how to amuse themselves without tv or electronics, so we've had down time as well.
Wherever the balance line is, I'm far from it.
I'm thinking that something has gotta give. I just hope it's not me.
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