It Really Is The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year…..

by Julie on September 7, 2012

For those of you that love summer, that are energized by having your children around 24/7, that thrive on your refrigerator being cleaned out twenty minutes after you return from the grocery and live for sleepovers with a dozen of  your child’s closest friends then this blog is not for you.  If you bask in the continuous chant of, “But it’s summer!  No one has a curfew!” “There’s nothing to do!” and my personal favorite, “What’s for breakfast?” when it’s 2:00 in the afternoon, then go ahead and move on.  Read something else, because this is the first week of school and I am going to vent.

I could start this paragraph with a disclaimer, that I love my children and think their friends are great. I do. They are. But this mother is exhausted. If they don’t know they are loved, due to the last ninety days driving endless carpools, preparing meals for hungry kids, staying up too late for countless curfews, then I give up.  My attention span is as short as theirs right now.  Part of the fun of parenting is creating summer memories, but whoever said they needed ninety days of them was high on something. Now that I am officially in recovery mode, let me say that August is really the longest, cruelest month of the year for me.  On one hand, you have television commercials teasing you with back-to-school deals.  On the other, you have children sensing the impending doom of homework and early wake-up calls and now insist on squeezing every last minute of fun they can out of the final weeks of summer.

I will be the first to acknowledge that this time of year does not show my best side.  I will also admit that I am the parent that does back flips in the school parking lot on the first day of drop off.  I have also been known to give my children a polite shove when taking them to school each morning, while barely stopping the car. Friends and I have celebrated with Bloody Mary’s on those first days of school and I greet the teachers with high fives and not tears.  In fact, I could never understand parents that cried when dropping off their children to school.  That emotion just never occurred to me.

Regardless, and in case you have the wrong impression, I do love summer.  I do love having my children home.  But I’m tired.  I’m worn out.  I thrive on routine and the routine I like is when the school bell rings and kids are eating from a school lunch tray.




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Michelle September 7, 2012 at 8:17 pm

My all-time favorite day of the year is the day my kids go back to school. By then, we’ve all had enough of each other!


Julie September 7, 2012 at 9:23 pm

Thanks Michelle!

I get it. I really like my kids so much better when they are in school. In fact, I prefer my husband when he’s at work as well.



Shelba J. September 8, 2012 at 12:01 am

I always look forward to your blogs. This one is great! We all feel that way on the first day of school. I can’t get the smile off my face.


Sam September 26, 2012 at 2:20 pm

It is to laugh!!! I thought I was the only Mom that felt this way. I love them, but the beginning of the school year is one of my favorite times of year. Only cried when they were starting middle school and again when they started high school. That was just my fear that they would be “gobbled up” by the older kids in the school. Such silliness. My husband also works for a neighboring school district and has the summers off, so the summers are really long and that first day of school brings complete quietness in the kingdom. Thanks for the insight and something to chuckle about today. Keep up the good work!


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