Going into this summer, we knew that it was going to be a magical one & so far it has been just that. We have been working on checking items off the bucket list, last weekend Brandon took Harper fishing while I took the two little ones to the splash pad & then on a muffin (and coffee) date. The girls had their very first sleep over, Harper’s bestie spent the night and the girls camped in the living room in our tent. They stayed up late eating popcorn and watching The Parent Trap, and we learned our first parenting lesson in overtired-sleepover-repercussions the next day. We’ve been to the zoo, the pool & the beach, and the adventures are just getting started.
But let’s get real for a second, we are all riding the summer strugglebus over here. There is a reason that moms have a love hate relationship with summer break. Our house is in a constant state of emergency, dining room chairs are tipped over and draped in blankets, clothes are strung down the hallway from whatever game of dress up the girls’ played this morning, and the kitchen floor is almost always wet now that Harper & Ellie have decided that doing the dishes is their favorite activity. Everything is sticky and covered in grass. Last week I found a dino nugget under the dvd player and a glue stick stuck in the back of Ellie’s hair.
Our kids have been waking up at six in the morning and doing ALL of the things before 10 am. I’m talking play dough, sidewalk chalk, pool, art, forts, books, snacks, fighting, hugging, snuggling and minimum three outfit changes. And I am looking at the clock thinking WHEN IS DINNER and we literally have four hundred hours left in the day.
Expectations & standards are at an all time low over here, and we are all ay-oh-kay with it. So cheers to all the summer fun, made of equal parts adventure & struggle. I hope you are all enjoying it as much as wee are, and as always, thanks for taking the time to hide in the bathroom from your screaming toddler to read this. XO334