My kids went back to school this morning. Excuse me while I happy dance for a moment.
This is the first time I’ve been in a quiet house for more than ten minutes in at least four weeks. I am actually able to have a coherent thought.
We had a lot of fun this summer. We camped. We traveled. The kids learned out to swim like fish. The twins are leaping off the side of the pool and swimming with their face in the water across the width of the pool. The youngest will also jump from the side and put her face in the water. It’s a huge improvement from last summer’s swimming lessons. And the kids talk and make noise ALL. THE. TIME.
I’ve learned that I NEED quiet time, not just adult time, but silence, especially immediately after an outing. My brain needs to unwind a bit before I can answer the recurrent “Mom?”s. Then the word doesn’t sound like metal scraping on concrete.
Don’t get me wrong, they were excited to go to school and I didn’t have to push them out of the car at the playground and I didn’t squeal the tires as I left, but I am looking forward to letting my mind and body recharge. Maybe I’ll even start writing again.