Two to go, I think.
The boys are home from camp.
Within a minute of his entering the house, E. was off and running. He got himself food. He found his DS. He asked to use the computer repeatedly. He opened and flipped through a bunch of books. He looked into two packages that are for other people in the house. He went into his sisters' room "to see what was different there" and removed T.'s newly made-in-camp puppet theater, and the Little One had to go into his room and take it back.
Tired yet? It's like taking a deep breath and never letting it out. And it's my every day.
You forget, when it stops, even for a little while. The constant awareness and regular interventions sap away a sizable portion of your mental energy and strength. And the chaos in the house that results from the behaviors, the random food left out on the counters and on the playroom floor and the instant messes of toys and who knows what else in every room, it erodes your mental order.
I didn't realize until he ran in the door how relaxed I've been for the last month.
Don't get me wrong; I missed him. Just as he adds chaos to the house, he also adds a beautiful brightness and enthusiasm. For four weeks we had a lazy river, and now we're back in the wave pool. I love wave pools because of the unpredictability, the adventure, the highs that you only get when you have the lows.
But it's hard to spend all day there.
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But it's hard to spend all day there.
Which is why I go to work. It's just an added bonus that they pay me too!
At the end of every summer, when my kids are about to come home, I think...I'm not ready yet! I love them and love having them home, but I'm not always ready to give up that quiet.
I babysat for a friend of mine the past two days, she went camping with her husband and i stayed her three little ones (the oldest is only four)
kids are a trip, they aren't mine but i love them. It was weird today not to see them.
One day ill have my own, hopefully not three at once!
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