The last week of summer vacation. Facebook is fillled with staged photos of parents jumping for joy when the little
terrors darlings climb back aboard the yellow-bus-of-freedom once more. Now typically, I’d be cackling and counting down the days with the rest of the over-tired, had enough Mamas out there, but this year I’m….not. Wait…what?
I’ve got this panicky/melancholy thing happening instead.
Did we have enough fun?
Did we go enough places?
Did I spend enough time with them?
Mad is going into middle school and Hal will be in 11th grade. Schedules that have made me crazy in previous years are about to look like child’s play. Last year, I’d get Hal up and out the door by 7:10, and then let Mad sleep until about 7:45. We’d leave the house around 8:30, take our time, stop for coffee or a donut and talk. It’s really the only alone time that she and I get together, and I really love it a lot. Well this year she has to be at her new school at just about the time I’d be waking her up to go to her old school last year.
This year I will have both girls up and getting ready to go at the same time, a first for us. It’s going to feel rushed to me…hurry one out the door while trying to get another one to find her other shoe..it’s going to be
an honest to God cluster interesting for a little while until we get into the groove.
I’ve been spoiled all summer by sleeping in, sharing lazy cups of coffee and tea together. (yes, she steals my coffee and I’m fine with it. It’s more cream and sugar than coffee anyway) Sitting together with our laptops, listening to the Today Show in the background, laughing and stupid things and planning our day. And now that’s about to come to an abrupt halt, with me yelling about any number of things and eyeballing the clock. “I don’t care if those socks itch, just get them on, we’re going to be late!” “You just put that shirt on 5 minutes ago…where did the purple stain come from??” “What do you mean you THINK you have a test today??” Sigh.
So this last week of sleeping late, stealing mom’s caffeine, coming home smelling like sunscreen and chlorine is precious to me. I like this time, this place in our lives just like it is and would like it to last a little bit longer. Maybe next summer they’ll like camp better than being at home with Mom. Or a new friend be way cooler than Mom and her lame ideas of fun. I want it to be just us, for just a little bit more.
Nope…not ready for it to be over yet.