I know I am suffering from an illness. I know I must be. Because I am officially tired of summer. We are in the end. We are all tired of each other. The kids are restless. I crave routine. I desire the earlier evenings, crisp and cool and the quiet of my house during the day. I miss fall dinners around the table, with candles burning and it being dark outside, before 9pm. I miss weekly dates with my husband. I miss a bit of time by myself.
I cannot stand the sound of my kids whining and arguing. I have learned to detest Cartoon Network and the commercials that come along with it. I am tired of the fighting, the arguing and the constant cries of "I am SO bored" or my all time favorite, "You NEVER play with us, Mom." Huh? You mean, going to the museum, out to lunch, the pool, the park, candyland, coloring, sprinkler running, soccer, duck feeding, and trips to the beach don't qualify? I am tired of the "aw, why do we have to go to the market?" and "We never get to go anywhere".
Perhaps my children have become totally spoiled. Which I think may be the case. Or, perhaps, just perhaps, it is the end of summer. And we have had way too much face time. And we have been together non-stop. And the whining will NOT stop. AAAAHHHH.
This is why homeschooling and the Markmiller 5 would never work. I like missing them. And, I am sure, they, in turn, like missing me. I am sure they would love to be missing me right now- and have a mom who plays with them. All day.