Writer. Mom. Daydreamer. Dog's Best Friend.
Well, well, well….Here we are and it is Monday. We are scheduled to close on the new house next Tuesday, the last day before the kids go back to school after Fall break. We still have not received the punch list from our buyer after the inspection of this house, and the owners of the home we are purchasing do not seem eager to give us an actual move in date. Everyone, on all sides of the equation are certain about one thing…they want to close on the 16th and want us to be out of this house with the carpets clean by noon the next day.
I keep telling them all I have five kids but no one is listening….
On other subjects…
You know what is weird to me? Whenever I tell someone I have five kids they always ask the same thing. “Do you homeschool?” I don’t understand why those two things go together. Unfortunately, I am a strange mix of motherhood. I love my kids, love parenting, but can’t do it 24/7 non-stop. I used to feel guilty about this when I looked around me at all of these amazing homeschool moms but then, one day God informed me he did not design me that way and it was ridiculous to feel guilty about the way I was formed.
So, I’m over that now.
What is rough for me is about 1 1/2 weeks into my kids’ three week break, my productivity lessens considerably. I begin to feel like I am wading in mud. My brain just can’t function with no break from all the activity in my house. One thing I absolutely need every single day is to beat them all out of bed for some solitude. This morning, when I came out of the downstairs bath I was assaulted by the overhead light blaring and my oldest son parked in my “reading spot”.
“Uh, uh” I grunted cave man style, “Too much light. Get out of my spot.”
I flipped off the light and turned on the lamp before stumbling into the kitchen to make my tea. Before the water had a chance to boil, my offspring called to me full volume from the other room.
I walked into the living room and staged whispered, “Yes, son?”
“Mommy, did you know that parrots sometimes outlive their masters?”
I thought perhaps I had died and gone to “the bad place”.
So….here we are. As I type this, I have three of the five kids in the room and I have shooed them out of here at least three times in the last five minutes. I have already repaired a doll’s head that was coming loose. One child is singing “Mannahmahna”. Another is calling the dog. They are alternately laughing and arguing. They are very, very loud.
And in less than a week, I am supposed to move.
Time left before my breakdown….unknown.