I long for the slower pace.
I long for the lazy mornings.
But it appears my kids didn't get the memo on 'slower pace' or 'lazy'.
I never thought I'd be the mother that said "I can't wait for school to start back"
But I feel like I am standing on the edge of the cliff, looking over, wondering should I jump, shouldn't I, silently hoping my foot will slip and I'll fall and someone else will sweep in and take over and make everything alright.
Maybe I need a break.... probably not.
Didn't I go away only last weekend?
A break doesn't fix things, it doesn't change what is going on in the home. You return and like a slap in the face reality sets in.
I feel like my kids are on over drive.
One is constantly nagging for food, the other is creating a crafting hurricane and the third one is generally going about trying to raz the rest of them up. Why?
I know my problems are trivial, but in reality that just makes it all the more worse. Why can't I control this situation if it's so trivial? Isn't it a matter of making beds, doing washing, playing with the kids?
In an attempt to get things under control I keep doing things based on the sense of urgency, but this means I'm pretty much chasing my tail.
I've tried going out as opposed to staying at home but it's a lose / lose situation. Nothing gets done when we're out, they create more work for me when I'm home.
Surely this phase has to pass, I know school will go back and the chaos will be over, but then the relentless routine will continue and I wonder will I ever get on top of things?