I can’t believe that the weather is slowly shifting and back to school is right around the corner. Just a few days ago, we were digging our toes in the sand. Time truly does fly when you are having fun.
I’m excited to have my children back in school because I know that it will be much easier for me to manage my workload. The summer is always a test. It’s … impossible to work full time at home with three kids climbing all over you. That’s why I can barely get more than two posts up a day – sometimes none at all. I can squeeze in a few hours here and there, but in the end – I’m with my kids during these months (as I should be).
September is always bitter-sweet.
I know it will give me an easier day. My workload will lighten because I will actually be able to cross things off my to-do list. HOWEVER, we will spend so many hours without our little ones laughing by our side that I am NOT looking forward to the change. No more quick runs to the beach. No more late night ice cream shop visits. September means a harder schedule for my babies. It means late night homework and cramming sessions. But it also means hot cocoa by the fire as we all read our favorite books. We do a joint reading session to help the older ones get through their required 60 minutes a night to keep up with their reading logs.
September means a different life for us all.
September means some of it won’t be so easy for the kids. September means no electronics until after dinner. September means initiating the afterschool activity run around. September brings me so many conflicted emotions.
In some ways, I’m envious of parents that homeschool their children. They get the best of all worlds. They get to have a schedule that provides them some solace… but they still get to spend all day with their little ones. We all know they don’t stay so little for long. I guess that’s the issue. I know too much. I’m not wishing away the years like I once did when I only had one baby. Now that my oldest is 11, I can look at my youngest ,who is 3, and understand that he will be a tween before I know it. It all happens too quickly. September just means that time won out once again.
There’s nothing I can do. I can’t fight time. I will never win that battle. Instead, I will take my children for ice cream tonight and we will stay up very late watching a summer movie together on the couch. We will stretch our last few days of summer as best we can – and fill our minutes with memories and our hours with nothing but joy.