I don’t mean to be a Negative Nelly or anything but I’ve just got to get this out there.
Summer vacation sucks!
Well, it doesn’t suck for everyone, but I do have say, it kinda sucks for us working moms. It throws a real monkey wrench in an already hectic schedule. Actually, it takes the schedule and turns it to shit.
Oh, and let’s not forget about the serious mom guilt that comes along with having to be away from your kids all day while they are not in school. Especially on those hot, sunny days that scream “Come to the beach!” and you’re stuck in the office. That guilt comes out in full force when your child cannot go with friends because you can’t get them where they need to be. That one kills me.
It’s hard working a full time job and having kids at home. My son is 15 so he is at home. He’s too old
cool for camp, and stays home alone. He finds things to do most of the time. I really don’t have to worry about him too much. Except for the food. You’re at the office or where ever you work and the teen calls. You know those calls moms.
Mom, I’m hungry!
Teen: “Hi Mom. I’m hungry. Is there anything to eat?”
Me: “I don’t know. Look”
Teen: “I don’t think there’s anything in the fridge”
Me: “Did you look?”
Teen: “Forget it”
Me: “Have a bowl of cereal”
Teen: “I don’t like cereal. What time are you coming home ?”
Me: “Just make yourself something!”
Teen: “Forget it”
Me: “Starve then”
Five minutes later…
Teen: “Hi Mom”
Teen: “Can you order me a pizza? The place down the street will deliver. You just gotta give em your credit card”
Then I come home at the end of the day to the teen still in pajamas, an empty pizza box, dirty dishes, crumpled napkins and crust on the floor that the dog spit out.
“Mom! I found some money! I ordered it myself! I even had enough for some wings!”
He says this beaming with pride. Like this is some sort of real accomplishment and he’s actually thinking that I should be proud of his resourcefulness. Wow. That’s all I can say about this. Wow. He’s going to be living in my basement forever.
Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah
Then there’s the 10 year old.
She’s not old enough to be home alone during the summer for long periods of time. So, I work to pay for camp. Funny thing about that, she bitches every single day that she has to go to camp. Because clearly, kayaking, swimming, playing games, eating s’mores and arts and crafts is a real drag. So we start each day with an attitude. And sometimes tears. That’s always a special way to start the day.
But camp doesn’t start for a few more weeks, so every day we shuffle off to a different friend’s house. Thank God for a great group of helpful parents and good friends. It really does take a village.
Friday morning was exceptionally busy. I had to pick up my son from a friend’s house and bring him home to dog-sit our injured dog, drop Nina off at a friend’s for the day and be at work early. As I was running around (hobbling is actually a better word due to my recent back injury, so there’s that), Nina said she would be in the car waiting. So, I got my shit together, ran
limped to the garage and off we went.
Scratch that. Off I went. About a mile down the road I realized I was in the car talking to myself. Nina wasn’t in the back seat. I turned around in someone’s driveway and high-tailed it home, pulled into the driveway and there she was. And she was pissed.
“Don’t say a word! Just get in!” I yelled.
An argument on who’s fault it was that I was down the street while she was in the driveway instead of in the car, where she said she was going to be, was futile and it would only stand to piss me off and my day was already getting off to a not-so-great start. And it was only 7 a.m. At least it was Friday. That’s all I can say.
By the way, this is Day 3 of summer vacation. DAY 3!
I’m already tired and need them back in school. It’s just so much less I have to think about. Please tell me I’m not the only one who feels this way.
To all the stay at home moms, I’d like to to take this opportunity to say “I hate you“.
Ok, I don’t really hate you, I do envy you though. After my surgery in December I was home for 6 weeks, and it was so much easier and less stressful. I didn’t dread the call from the school nurse or the sick kid in the morning or the early releases. There was no worries about how kid one was going to get home from staying late at school or getting kid two on the ice before 5:00. I enjoyed not eating dinner at 8:00 or folding laundry at 10:00 p.m.
Do you work outside of the home? Do you feel more stress when the kids are out of school? How do you deal with it? How do you keep your schedules organized so you don’t, let’s say forget a child at home?
Don’t say alcohol either. Although I find it helps.
For real, I want to know. I totally need you in my village!