Let me tell you what Spring Break brings to the forefront of my mind... Summer. Yep, the long days of summer with a zillion kids running around barefoot and a lifetime supply of Otter Pops in the freezer and/or dripping across the kitchen tile. You guys, I love these chilluns' of mine. But really, having a week with no preschool/swim lessons/soccer practice -you name it- is enough to make me shake in my boots about the forthcoming MONTHS of no preschool. You know?
And preschool is a drop in the bucket! I almost feel the pain from here of those of you who are used to having kids in school full-time who then have to revert back to having those kiddos all to yourself to have and hold, and to entertain, feed and clean up after, all the days of your summer....
So, forgive me for being so blunt, but WHAT THE HECK ARE WE GOING TO DO?
I'm not trying to be funny. I'm not. This is anything but a laughing matter. I'm seriously searching for some solutions to keep us all off the funny farm. Just yesterday my usually similarly tempered boys were fighting over the Clorox toilet wand, arguing back and forth over who would get the illustrious privilege of cleaning the bowl - this because I told them they had to help me clean the bathrooms - in an effort to teach them discipline, hard-work, yadda yadda. I have three boys and three toilets people. Which I explained very clearly and deliberately. Did they get it? Did it resonate? Nnnnnope.
I have done little chore charts before, you guys, and the stickers are a hit for about a day and a half and then the whole things ends up being just one more paper fluttering on the fridge with a hodge podge of colored smiley faces glaring back at me.... laughing at me. I have enforced quiet time when I'm about to pull out my hair and it works for my younger two for sure - who end up collapsed in a heap of sweaty exhaustion on their beds. But it never, ever, ever works for all three - especially at the same time, and when that last hold out finally closes his eyes, it's too late and I have to rouse him five minutes later. I have done "Wet Wednesdays" and "Friend Fridays" but it's hard to be so stringent when the cousins come and want to go to the pool on a Tuesday. Where is my backbone, you ask? At the hospital with the placentas, apparently. I mean, come on, there is no way we are going to pass that up. And blah-diggity-blah blah blah. You catch my drift.
Sending my kids away to summer camp or boarding school was always on the list of "Things I'll never do when I have kids", but during this last spring break I asked myself, "What's life without a little addendum to your crazy a$$ lists anyway?" I kid, I kid.
The point is, I want the summer to be fun and memorable with a side of productivity and order please. So I guess maybe I'm trying to make all aspects (even the work part) fun without having any more repeats over the toilet wand war of yesterday.
And thus, hear my plea... HELP ME. Send me your genius ideas for managing the dog days of summer. PURTY, Puh-lease? Or as our girl, Katy Perry, sings, "You're gonna hear me roar."