Mothering Many

At least here. And I am sure in most other places, too. I think we were among the last to go back. The house decompresses regularly at 7am when the bus arrives and quiet reigns until 4pm. I miss them, but I’m able to get a lot of stuff done on the days I don’t work. What I DON’T MISS is saying “stop that” every three minutes!

What I do miss is the easy summer laundry. Since they have to wear only certain colors of shirts and breeches, and I want them to look decent for school each day, I have to do a lot more sorting.

I also miss the laughter and joking that went between the “stop that”s, but DaBaby is still here, so we are getting in a few good times with just the two of us. Lemonade from lemons, right?

My kids are, anyway. And truth be told, I am too. Next weekend, we will be visiting my uncle in Emerald Isle. (Robbers don’t even try it, the house will not be unoccupied. That goes for you, too, Personal Stalker.)

I saw a lot of my friends posting about Disney vacations on Facebook this summer, and I did briefly consider getting jealous. But then I realized there was no need, because I don’t like huge crowds and Disney is very spendy. This trip will be way more intimate and a lot less costly. And for me, it’s a novelty, because although the kids have been for the past couple of summers, this will be the first time for me. Yay epi-pen!

Beach, beach, beach, family, family, family. I’m lovin’ it!