I love summer. I love the pool. I love sleeping in, which I get to do regularly now since Olivia is a champion sleeper, and yes I do appreciate the cosmic twist of events that somehow gave me a good sleeping toddler after Miss Sleep is For Weenies almost killed me in 2003-2004 and 1/2.
But summer can also be a bit of a challenge when you are home with two small children for 1000 hours a day...alone...for days and days and days on end. (So, how many hours of television will it take to rot a 5 year old's brain?) Oh, the guilt of seismic proportions.
Just when I think I can't take on more minute with the 5 year old who needs to know what a blade is, this very INSTANT and the spider"esque" toddler who is literally climbing the walls I realize I only have 4 more weeks of summer before Ava goes to school. Real school, as in takes the bus and all. Then I am weepy and nostalgic for the biting, non-sleeping, counting to 50 in Mandarin 3 year old. Two seconds later I am secretly happy dancing yearning for time alone in the house and what a relief that will be. I am pining for Tuesday mornings when BOTH kidlets will be in school.
Then I am guilt ridden again for thinking such un-June Cleaverish thoughts. Skip forward another 6 seconds I'm thinking screw June Cleaver, she wasn't real, this real momma needs a pedicure and 4 hours alone.
Summer, it's complicated....in an un-complicated way.