It’s officially summer vacation!! That’s me pretending to be excited!! Neve’s last day of school was yesterday and the other kids finished today. I am usually happy about having the kids home for the summer, but I don’t feel quite ready for it this time. With Neve in nursery school in the morning, and napping in the afternoon (her, not me unfortunately) my days were pretty quiet this year. I liked it, even though I used the quiet time to work. I like having the house to myself. I like the mess staying the same, rather than getting worse. I like hearing the fridge hum, the clock tick, and the “clink” of the mailbox when the letter carrier delivers the mail. I never hear those things when the kids are around. Often when I get home from picking up the kids from school, I’m exhausted. I wonder what my problem is when I’ve basically had all day to myself. But Siobhan came to school with me yesterday and by looking at it with fresh eyes, I suddenly realized how jarring the transition is from quiet peacefulness to CRAZY, LOUD, MANY CHILDREN, ALL TALKING AT ONCE. Yesterday was particularly crazy because we went right to the kids’ classes, which I generally try to avoid. It was definitely sensory overload. How I appreciate teachers and their willingness to expose themselves to that chaos every single day. They deserve every second of summer vacation, and much, much more.
It always takes a few days to get into the no-school groove, and then I’m sure it will all be fine. To pump myself up, I thought it would be fun to do something tonight to celebrate the end of school, but no one wanted to. I thought we could go out for dinner, but Dale wanted to make omelettes instead. I suggested going to play mini-golf, but Spencer said, “It takes too long to get there.” So we just stayed home and ate omelettes. The kids played with the neighbour kids and we ended up having a fire and making smores, so it was all good – just different than the plans I had in my head. I also made up a treasure hunt for the kids. The prize was a new book for each of them, even though I’m trying to encourage them to do stuff besides read this summer. Chloe and Spencer will probably be done their books by tomorrow morning anyway. The kids were in good spirits when they finally went to bed. The girls are having a sleepover together in Chloe’s bed. Chloe texted me about half an hour ago to ask if I could bring her and Neve breakfast in bed tomorrow morning. I guess I could throw an orange at them or something.