Today was "Meet the Teacher" day. We had nine teachers to meet. We arrived with book bags full of notebooks, loose leaf paper, labeled pencils, nerves and glue.
We left with instructions, locker assignments, soft workbooks to cover in contact paper, and a lot less nervousness and a little more confidence.
And I left with a feeling of overwhelming gratitude and thankfulness.
I made it.
This was a difficult summer for me. I traveled three times, for 3-5 days each time. I ramped up my review work (and there will be a review post up tomorrow, thank you so much for your attention to these, you have NO IDEA how much it helps me out to make an income - well, all I can say is, BLESS YOU for reading and commenting because, hello, school supplies/shoes/uniforms/lunch boxes killed my entire month and it's only the 21st...)
And I still need to buy a SAXOPHONE. Have you *priced* those suckers?
I tried, as much as I could, to make this summer about them. I took them places, swam with them, read and cooked and focused on them - but by ten days ago, I was officially toast. For the past ten days, I've been hanging on by my fingertips - and tonight I officially lost my cool.
But tomorrow, I wake early and drive the three youngest to school, where they will stay until 3. My older two girls still have two weeks of summer - but they sleep until noon and so, gloriously, I will once again have some quiet that is not interrupted with nerf gun wars and screaming fits, interspersed with tantrums and fights and whining, topped with a cherry on the sundae of I'm so incredibly bored.
I want to be a good mom. I desperately try to be a good mom. But I'm overwhelmed with keeping up with the needs and desires of six kids - and, make no mistake, the older ones desire attention just as much as the younger ones - and being the only parent here -
well, I'm tapped out.
But I made it.