It was in my car, last Thursday.
I go back and forth. I love having my kids home, and dread their return to school next month
I have hit that imaginary line during summer break where I can not wait for school to start. Bring it on! Then I feel guilty, for just a sec.
All day long it builds up, depending how we start our morning and I've been striking out every day so as it goes on it keeps adding more nails on the chalkboard until I usually snap while making dinner GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!
Then I take lots of deep breaths and we eat, they are finally quiet, and my cold heart starts warming up again. We play outside until time for bed and all is back to being kind of well. Then they have to get all pj'ed up which always leads to some chaos because Ivy will let you take her diaper off and then will want to run around naked and I have absolutely zero energy to chase her and Gray can't find a shirt to sleep in (happens everysinglenight.)
They'll get in bed. I'll try to get Ivy to sleep. And when earlier or another day I had felt like I would be sad when she weans, at this point I think how much longer can I really do this?!
I want my body back- I want some time to myself- I need to get away- I want to be able to hear my thoughts- I love my kids- I am a good Mom- GAWD this is hard
Something like that.