Back to School

I can’t believe that school starts in less than two weeks!

We’ve had the best summer that I can remember, but having said that, it’s time to leave this party on a good note.

I am gearing up to start this year off strong.

And by gearing up, I mean waking up in a Code Red Anxiety Attack.

Will Thomas refuse to eat lunch on grounds that he had it yesterday and now hates it?

Will Marie be able to fall asleep before 9:30pm to ensure that she doesn’t meltdown in the morning due to exhaustion?

Will the afterschool grind actually break me this year?

I don’t have those answers yet (although I am sure at some point the answer will be a resounding “yes” to the afterschool grind breaking me).

What I can do is find peace in preparing the best way I know how.

Like last year’s post, I’ll be stocking up on some of my favorites and reinstituting our routines.

I also talked about it on a Live in the D segment, too. 

The time the kids helped me out on Live in the D on the Back to School Segment

I will also be sure to stock up on a nice bottle of champagne because I think that I am close enough to the finish line to toast to the end of summer/beginning of the 2015-2016 school year.

Cheers!  We are almost there!

End of Summer 2015

You know when you are at an awesome party and you are having a great time.  The vibe is good, the people are chill.  Your favorite music is playing in the background, and there is an bottomless bowl of Sun Chips.  You take a drink from your red Solo cup and feel a wave of happiness wash over you.  You start to think, “This is the best time EVER!  I am never going to leave!”

As the night wears on, people start to drink a little too much and things start to get out of hand.  People start breaking shit and hitting each other.  You look around at the chaos, dumbfounded.  “What the hell happened?” you wonder.  “We were all just getting along and having so much fun.”

That’s August.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous before summer began.  The season can be brutally long, especially August.  And in the past, I feel morelike a cruise director than a mom.

This summer has been different.  It’s been easy.  Actually, it’s been the best summer that I can remember in the history of summers (although the summer between 9^th and 10^th grade when I went to Disney World for a dance competition and Cedar Point with my friend would be a close second).

The kids have been getting along and having fun with each other.  They have found their groove, and I am convinced that they love each other again.  (It was unclear if this was true during the last part of winter and throughout spring).

Even grocery shopping has been drama free.  I can get in and out of two stores in under an hour.  That is unheard of for me.  I feel like I should drop my mike every time we leave the store.  

We’ve had a good run, hanging out together all day and pushing the bedtime envelope later and later.  But it’s getting close to the time when we need to leave the party before gets totally out of hand.  I feel like we are one more late night bedtime away from having a full-out meltdown, similar to the meltdown had by the ladies of Real Housewives of New York in season 3 at Scary Island. 

I may find myself screaming this at 2:30 in the afternoon.

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The break from routine has been much needed, but we need it back.  Now.  Before the Best Summer Ever goes up in flames.

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