Earlier this week I said something on Facebook to the effect of:
Time of death on my “summer is for fun” attitude? 12 PM today.
Now I’m all you can stay in your separate, smell-infested little kid caves “til your father gets home” with these nice stacks of grammar, math, copy work, and reading comprehension worksheets I stole from the Interwebs because nothing says #momisoverit like solitary confinement and Number 2 pencils.
If you need me I’ll be downstairs drinking iced coffee and taking a cue from Olaf by imagining what it’ll be like when Fall does come. But don’t need me because I’m not talking to you until approximately August 26th. So please, please go. I’ll lock you up, I love you so.
Later it occurred to me that I should share the actual lyrics I hum in my brain while Selah is tap dancing through the house like Olaf the Snowman because some of you may need to belt them out as much as I do. The rest of you can go on pretend-loving having your kids within earshot of you all day, every day because that’s fun, too.
(Kinda like pretend-loving soccer.)
For those of you who don’t already have In Summer seared into your cerebral cortex like the rest of us, please catch up by watching this:
Listen to it one more time to make sure it’s Kragle-stuck to your ear drums because I don’t want to be alone in this.
Got it? Okay, proceed.
[People Who’ve Known Me Since December 1, 2004]
I’m guessing you don’t have much experience with an empty house.
Nope! But sometimes I like to close my eyes and imagine what it’ll be like when September 2014 does come.
Bells will buzz, taking away all their noise and scuz
And I’ll be doing whatever a mom does
A book in my hand, hearing my own thoughts in a quiet land
Skipping and twirling just like I had planned
I’ll finally see a fresher breeze blow away their endless swarm
And find out what happens to my house when it’s not being trashed like a dorm
And I can’t wait to see what my inbox will think of me
Just imagine how much more responsive I’ll be
Da da, da doo, ah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, boo
The silence and freedom are both so intense
Put ’em together, it just makes sense
Summer’s a good time to go out of my mind
But put me in September and I’ll be a…
When July gets rough I like to hold onto my dreams
Of writing on my patio, for an actual blog theme
Oh, the coffee? It will brew, and some of you girls’ll be there too
WHEN I FINALLY DO WHAT SOLO MOMS DO
[Mom, can we eat all the food you bought yesterday?]
[Don’t you dare!]