I am an only child. I had all girl cousins until I was in 5th grade, and even after the boys were born, I didn’t hang out with them all that much. I knew very little about what little boys did until I had my own. I still don’t understand how they work, but I have learned a lot in the last 11 years. The following is just the tip of the iceberg, really:
This summer has been filled with water slides, Chevy Chase style cross country expeditions to see a mouse, trips to Sonic happy hour, IMAX screenings, friends visiting and more.
There is an element of summer I am not proud to announce. It occurred to me this week as I was taking my kids out (not for the first time that day) and I realized it was 4 p.m. and the two small ones had not brushed their teeth yet that day.
There had been warning signs along the way. Little hints to my decline. Like when Evan came out of his room in black sport shorts and a black T-shirt. He looked like a sniper. I said nothing.
Or when I bought Caleb some Croc-like shoes that are actually in the shape of crocodiles.
Then there was the cereal. I bought them Cinnamon Toast Crunch. The real stuff with BHT. Apparently you do feed people you love carcinogens.
And as I write this, my eldest is wearing the exact same sniper ensemble (in his size, mind you) that Evan wore.
Summer has won, folks. Some would call it “choosing your battles.” I call it defeat.
You want tooth-rotting fruit snacks, kids?
Pie for breakfast?
Do we haaavvvveeeee to take a shower again????
Well, it’s just been two days and we did go swimming today. No.
We – no, I – need structure. I fall apart and lose all good sense without clearly defined schedules and bedtime rituals.
Don’t be confused. This is not a call for school to start stat. This is a wake-up call for me. I have realized I have different standards for acceptable daily life during the summer than I do during the school year.
So today was the last day of school for numbers one and two. Three has to go to his one-day-of-school-a-week all through summer and he is less than thrilled. “I not go to school anymore! I done too!”, he insists. I insist that he is going because mommy has to pay whether he is there or not.
I went in to get Evan from his class. I now know to go in as much as possible while they are still not embarrassed to see me. Continue reading “LDOS”