It's been two full days since school ended approximately 84 years ago.
Getting work done has been...challenging. Every morning I lay out a schedule for everyone -- exactly what chores need done, spaced in between blocks of outside time, reading/writing time, instrument practice -- that must be completed before I will even consider any screen time requests. Then I head to my office and close my door, hunker down on a task for exactly 30 seconds before the someone barges in to tattle on someone else or ask where something from the dishwasher goes. (IT'S A SPOON, CHILD.) Also, can I go on my screen? Mom? Mooooom. Mooooommmmmmm.
I feel like I've been snappy and scoldy and super easily annoyed; even perfectly valid questions and complaints are being met with a built-in WHAT NOWWWWW level of irritation. Camps start up next week, which no one is all that excited about, but I'm sending them anyway because I believe it will be a enriching and positive experience for my children to be around adults who aren't ready to bite their heads off in a Pavlovian reaction to the sound of a door opening.
I was writing a column for AlphaMom this morning (you know, the one where I un-ironically give advice about how to be awesome at parenting hahahaha) when Ike interrupted me for what felt like easily the 10th time already. "Dude, come ON," I sighed.
"I just want to give you this," he said meekly. He handed me a rolled-up note.
(Translation, per Ike: Dear Mom I love you so much you are the best mom ever o#o# [hugs and kisses] Mom you got me hugs and kisses I like Mom and that is you I love you Mom Love Ike [heart])
And the best part? He didn't even follow up with a "Can I go on my screen now?" That's how you know it's real, man. I do not deserve this one.
I'm taking the rest of the afternoon off. According to today's schedule, I promised fill up a big bucket of water balloons after lunch. Better get cracking.