Twenty more mornings of making lunches, twenty more shaking the beds to get everyone moving. Twenty more days of “I can’t find my backpack and Grandma you have to sign this permission slip”
The school days since spring break have been much tougher than the ones before. A little strife is healthy for us to truly appreciate the good times, but I promise to appreciate the good times if everything will just settle down. In the last two weeks alone we have been on a whirlwind schedule.
We’ve had two trips to the ER, three school referrals, one detention, two days of ISS, three sick days, prescriptions to be filled, therapy appointments, doctor appointments , soccer games, baseball games, work commitments , girl scouts, boy scouts and a myriad of day to day drama that just keeps us running from dawn til dark.
Lucky for me, my village is full of wonderful people who have stepped up to help with appointments, airport pick ups, weekend logistics and sick children. I don’t know how I would get through the weeks until the end of the school year with the help of wonderful friends. Twenty more school days til summer…
BUT THEN WHAT? In my crazy brain last fall, I planned out a summer of travel for all of us. Girlie is heading into her junior year of college and manchild is going to be a junior in high school.. I am on borrowed family time now as it is. I dreamt of a trip to Texas to visit my brother, a camping trip to New England to see family , several long weekends with extended family in VA, SC and NC, culminating with Girlie’s drop off at college in the fall…. (Presumably we would all travel in a big painted bus singing kum-ba-ya) I was relatively serious that it was a plan I hoped to carry out. The reality of life is that both Girlie and Manchild are working this summer and my oldest grandson will have high school marching band camp. I have already been asked by the church to serve as the skit coordinator for Vacation Bible School. Let’s not forget a week of Girl Scout camp to start everything off right. That leaves just a little over three weeks for swimming lessons, hikes in the woods, visits to family and relaxing before we have to head back to school.
I’m sure summer will be kinder and easier on the schedule than the school year. Maybe I will get some time in at the pool and read some trashy novels before I have to gear back up for the school/work/scouts/sports marathon. We may not be heading out in the bus with our tamborines rattling, but I just may get to pull off one more big family road trip if I plan it right.