My kids have been out of school a few weeks now and we’ve gotten into a summer vacation groove.
Apparently, they think that ten o’clock p.m. is the appropriate bedtime these days.
It’s nine o’clock now, and they just went upstairs and they’re talking. Loudly.
Michael and I are exhausted. He works really hard all day long, and I work hard here and come up with activities that keep them from watching the television all day.
We would love a little bit of time together in the evenings, because that’s what helps us deal with the constant demands of our jobs.
Next week is VBS, and the kids and I will be really busy every morning. My hope is to get bedtime back on track as of Sunday night.
However…in the midst of my grumbling about being really tired…we are LOVING summer. I love doing crafts, and reading books, swimming, and picking up Michael and making a run to Sonic during happy hour for cherry limeades.
Our kids are vastly different in their approaches to summer vacation. Aidan wants to lie on the couch and watch tv or play the wii. He thinks summer should be brainless. Molly has made four friendship bracelets, colored a million pictures, painted, read books, played games, built forts, and had long discussions with me about things I didn’t know a seven year old thought about. Today I bought her a workbook to do over the course of the summer and she worked twenty-two pages in it this afternoon. Paisley wants someone to play with her at all times. But not her mother. She wants her brother or sister to play with her toys and do what she tells them to do. This is not going over very well with her siblings.
So during the day I motivate (Aidan), plan creative activities (Molly) and referee (Paisley).
And when it’s finally quiet at night, I think about all the housework that I need to do, and my head begins to ache.
This is really good material for a blog on marriage, huh? But life moves in seasons, and when you have three kids close in age, the summers are pretty much their time. Michael and I have to be very deliberate to have time for us during these months. We have to put away computers and phones. We have to pray together. We have to watch funny stuff on tv, because laughing at the end of a long busy day feels awesome. (Duck Dynasty is our favorite these days!)
It’s now almost ten. I figure I have about an hour before both of us are passed out cold. I’m going to pay attention to the most important person in the world to me.
The dishes in the sink will be there tomorrow.