In talking to her about the coming school year, there was one thought that popped in our conversations about dealing with kids day in and day out . . .
Getting breaks from the kids. You know, the key on how to survive being a stay-at-home mom.
For a few hours this year she will have all three of her kids in school. And next year, she’ll have them all in school for the whole day.
Can we say that is as delicious of a thought as a piece of cheesecake dipped in chocolate?
Now before I go any further, for the record, I’m not anti-public school, just like I’m not anti-working mom. I’m also not anti-homeschool or anti-stay-at-home mom.
I’m not anti anything unless you could count being anti-judgmental.
But, back to my point, I have to say even though I love staying at home and teaching my kids, there was a tiny part of me that turned green with envy every time I thought about her getting a break everyday. Even if the first year is only a few hours, since pre-k isn’t all day.
What I wouldn’t give for four to six hours a day home to myself. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and I love being home with them, teaching them, but sometimes my crazy gets up there to the 2007 Brittney Spears level of crazy.
With every fight, every screaming match over who is in whose room or who is playing with whose Legos and my eyes start to twitch. Even with the months we homeschool, it’s like summer vacation all year in our household. The daily grind of I’m bored after school, made worse in the winter months when I can’t just tell them to go outside.
Of course, going outside in the summer months isn’t carefree and easy with the unrelenting 100 degree heat of August or the threat of ticks. Ugh. I hate ticks. Surely, we get out of the house when we can. Field trips, trips to the local ice cream place for a treat, a Friday out to lunch, which does help them.
I know I need to cherish the never ending summer break feelings, though. I know that no matter the season—spring, summer, fall, winter—in about 15, or so, years, I won’t have either of them here. If they go to college and move out, that is . . .
Not to mention, who knows, they could both chose to go back to public school one year. I’m, certainly, not going to keep them from it unless I have a good solid reason like education in my state has taken even a further dump than it has in the last few months. With that said, I know there is a possibility that they won’t want to spend their high school days with good, old boring mom, and so, with that, my 15 years left with them all day could even be shorter.
I suppose in the end, as long as they head off to their own lives prepared with all they need, that’s all that matters.