I'm guessing they will be driving me crazy after a week but it's still going to be great to have them around fighting and touching each other, running in the house and not asking permission to use each other's toys. No really. It's going to be great because at least there won't be an alarm clock nagging at me and lunch boxes hungry to be stuffed and backpacks waiting to be checked.
Nobody will be searching for a sock at half past a second before the bus comes. We can sleep in and when the kids wake up, they can pile in my bed and watch cartoons before breakfast. It'll be nice to have nowhere to be and nothing to do because I'm running on empty and I need a break.
I need to be better at balancing my life, at helping out where I can but not over-involving myself in things that take time away from me and my family. This last year I was an epic fail in that department. I was room mom for two kids, did PTO fundraisers, helped run a daisy girl scout troop and shuttled kids around to seemingly endless activities. All of those things are pretty normal kinds of mom things but I always end on taking more than what is necessary.
My husband had work and boy scouts and golf and meetings and travel and so many times we couldn't even have a basic family dinner because one of us has to be somewhere by 6pm. It was all a misappropriation of our priorities if you as me.
I need to be better at this and set an example for my kids.
Meetings that interfere with family dinners should be banned. Sleepovers that interfere with church? Outlawed! Anything, and I mean anything short of emergency surgery or sudden death, that interferes with date night, should be shot, stuffed and hung on a wall as a display of our victory over inconsequential distractions.
When I imagine myself on my death bed (I don't do that often, that would be creepy- but for the purposes of this blog lets pretend I do), I don't imagine myself saying:
"If only I had devoted more time to PTO meetings. If only I had let my kids take more swimming lessons."
No, first off, I don't want to have any regrets when I die but if I do have any, I would bet that they would revolve around not spending enough time being in the present or spending too much time doing useless stuff or spending too much time being angry.
I want to give myself the permission to not only say "no" but not feel guilty about it. Can I hear an "Amen!"
Honestly, this is not without sacrifice. We are going to have to let some things go. It might be painful. There might be temper tantrums and crying and bargaining going on. And don't even get me started on what the kids will be doing!