My mother, being the saint that she is, kept my children ALL summer. The last day of school was June 3rd and Nana got the kids June 4th. Not only did she have my 2 rugrats she also kept my niece and nephew because my brother was preparing to deploy (7/5) and their mother was already in Iraq. Again she’s a saint…
I would be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy every minute of my freedom. My name has been Mommy so long I’d forgotten what it felt like to just be “B.” I didn’t do anything major during this childless summer, but that in itself was priceless. An uninterrupted nap is a rare gem, especially with a 5 and a 2 year old, so I treated myself to several. I plowed through my to-be-read list and caught up on some of my favorite television shows.
Like all good things my vacation came to an end yesterday. I am once again Mommy! Life was somewhat normal that is until bedtime. The Boy was crying for no apparent reason and The Girl supposedly now is afraid of the dark so she was also wailing like a wounded animal. They finally cried themselves to sleep….. well until 3:45 am when The Boy woke in a panic and came into my bedroom. Interestingly enough once he was in my bed he went RIGHT back to sleep. The Girl, who so kindly escorted her brother to my room at this ungodly hour then decides she doesn’t like sleeping alone and cries as she tells me about her new fear. All I could think about how close it was to 6.
I’m praying we can all get on a schedule and soon, because TG goes back to school next week. There will be no room to play around. Well folks looks like “me time” was a huge success, but its time to get back to work.