Posted: Thursday, September 17th, 2009
It’s not the season of summer I miss exactly.
It’s “Summer-Me” -the mom I am all summer – that I’m sad to see go. Summer-Me is fun and laid back. She stays snuggled in bed for a long time in the morning with munchkins excited to tell her every second of last night’s dreams. She allows ice cream for dinner, camping in the living room, and staying in PJs all day. Summer-Me cares not about bedtimes or schedules or even exactly how many times a day her children’s teeth get brushed.
But Summer-Me is gone now and in her place is a more structured and stressed mommy called…oh, I don’t know…”School-Year-Me.” (See? Even her name isn’t as pleasant as “Summer-Me”). Anyway, School-Year-Me looks down her nose at morning snuggle sessions and can say “Hurry! We’re Late!” fifty times in the amount of time it takes a four year old to remember a dream out loud. School-Year-Me is a slave to her iPhone calendar with its multiple entries every afternoon for soccer practice, cub-scout meetings, PTA events, and homework time. School-Year-Me counts vegetable servings and minutes until bedtime. And she knows exactly how many times a day her children’s teeth get brushed.
So, I’m going to allow myself a few minutes to sit here and mourn the loss of Summer-Me but then, I’ve got to get moving…my iPhone says we’ve got gymnastics this afternoon and those spelling words aren’t gonna learn themselves for Whiz’s test tomorrow’s.