The Puddles

No, I’m not talking about the end of the world (Madie is already scared about that one. I’ve got to learn to turn off the news when the kids get home.).  I’m talking about the end of the school year.  I’m dreading it.  Right now there is peace in the house from 8:00am until 3:00am.  I kind of like that.  They are with me the entire rest of the time.  Dad is home a couple of nights a week and we all get to share in a meal together.  But most of the time, we are all just plain busy.  The kids are at the age where they are bored easily when kept within these four walls for great periods of time. And I can’t generally keep the neighborhood kids out of my house or the desire of my children to not want to go outside and play with the neighbors.  It is a constant battle to keep the kids entertained and not arguing. I’ve got some things planned for the summer, but not too much because Ben can’t be in the heat and I have to work from home.  I’m sure that this is a dilemma faced by many mothers, but my sanity may be the sacrifice to make this dilemma work.  I think the key to this will be preparation.  If I can prepare enough things for them to do, if I can get the playroom organized for more play, if I can set up a good schedule and most importantly, if I stick to it all, I think I will survive.