It’s summer. It began at 12:25 today. Both boys are out of school. I’ve had a week to prepare.
At first, I was like, OH my god, this is going to be the best summer ev-er! We’ll go swimming and do crafts and do science experiments and read and go exploring and see free movies and do Science Sundays at the Children’s Museum and maybe camping and a weekend trip. This is going to rock!
And then Monday as I was grocery shopping, I looked down at Aidan and realized that the next Monday I’ll be grocery shopping with three boys. Trying to control three boys in the grocery store. I remembered going to Target a few days before with the boys and thought I was going to have to abandon them. And then I remembered last year when I spent all summer in parent-detention, stuck sitting at the table, waiting for the boys to finish their workbooks. Some days it took 6 hours to do 2 pages in the workbook. I was like shoot me; shoot me now.
Then I had a panic attack. A small one. That lasted 5 minutes.
For the last several days, I’ve been swinging between excitement and despair.
I have plans. Like no video games if the workbooks aren’t done, but I’m might be missing the loop-hole. Evan and Sean have to read every day, which Evan will enjoy. Sean has to do fine motor skill activities every day, and I have a whole bunch of stickers to reward him with. A friend suggested the boys and I make a plan for the summer so the boys know what to expect. I’ve learned to find all kinds of free or cheap things to do. I feel like I need to make a lesson plan for the summer. Maybe I should. Then I would have more practice on writing them. Then again that is possibly insane. Extremely rigid. Probably not good for my codependency.
Somehow I will figure this out.
But tomorrow. Tomorrow. We’ll celebrate the first day of summer in style. Out for breakfast. Walking at the mall to try it out. Sign up for the summer reading program at the library. Ice cream lunch. Making tie-dye shirts. Swimming. Fish tacos. It’s going to be awesome.