Summer was pretty messy. I didn't have the kids on a schedule other than trying to get them to bed around the same time every night. I had regular shifts at work and my yoga classes, but for the most part it was a free-for-all. It was difficult. In retrospect, it seems most days I was just desperate for Lincoln's nap time so I could have maybe an hour by myself without feeling suffocated by the constant "Mooooooom can I have...?" and "Mooooooom can I do...?" the kids threw at me. It was like every time they exhaled they needed to say "Mooooooom?!" in the most annoying way possible.
I said to Kevin that I wanted to hire a weekly babysitter so I could either work in the basement alone for a couple of hours, or maybe take the laptop to the library or bookstore. I had the foresight to imagine summer would be difficult with both kids home all day every day with just me to help them do every possible task imaginable (like continue to spoon-feed Lincoln because he is SO LAZY). I knew I'd benefit from a break, but I still never made it happen. Yes, I did talk to one of the teenagers in my neighborhood about it, but then I never called her to schedule anything. Lemme tell ya, I learned my lesson. Next summer I will definitely give myself the gift of a weekly babysitter.
And not only do I want a regular sitter to help me clear the clutter in my head, but I want to consider a trip to Maine with the kids. If I can get the time off work and stomach the thought of flying with them by myself, it could be a really great way to break up the monotony of summer.
Now that school is underway for Aspen I feel less weight on my shoulders. I do still have Lincoln suction-cupped to my body until his nap in the afternoons, but one needy kid is obviously easier than two. The only mess I face now is trying to get Aspen ready for school on time without having to wake her up at 6am. She is so slow I swear she's actually moving backward in time. Just like when she was going to morning preschool, I have to stand over her and tell her to keep chewing her food/brushing her hair/putting on the next sock. It's exhausting and a terrible way to start the day. I've tried so many different ways of motivating her, but nothing has worked so far. When I put a note in her sack lunch every day, it should just read, "I'M SORRY I CALLED YOU A SLOWPOKE 1,000 TIMES AND THREATENED TO SEND YOU TO SCHOOL IN YOUR NIGHTGOWN."
Still, it's worth it to get her off to school, which I know she loves. And I love that for about an hour in the afternoon, before Aspen walks in the door from school (having her walk home with friends is THE BEST), Linc is napping and I'm enjoying quiet. I can write, I can study, I can work, I can do yoga or run on the treadmill, or I can just watch some Netflix if I want. A schedule makes such a huge difference in our lives.
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