Listen guys.
Today is the first day of summer.
As excited as I was for this day, I feel unprepared and like, chaotic.
The Dudes are all home, my house is in shambles, and my life suddenly got flipped-turned upside down.
And not in that awesome Fresh Prince of Bel Air way where I am going to move into my rich uncle’s mansion with my sarcastic butler who will meet all of my needs as he judges me with his eyes and his mouth.
I am officially a full time work from home mom with a house full of children!
And yes, that is quite definitely as scary as it sounds.
I’d convinced myself that it wasn’t going to be that hard –I mean, seriously, they aren’t babies, they can hang on their own for a few hours each day.
But then reality set in around midnight last night and it all sort of slammed into my brain where the fact that they can’t be alone for more than 74 seconds without fighting, needing food, getting bored, hurting themselves, losing something they desperately need, or otherwise requiring my attention.
The truth of it all proceeded to drive me crazy and I found myself sitting on my couch, balling my eyes out, while my lap top crashed for the fourth time of the evening wondering how and why and really just how I was going to get all of the things done each day.
I can blame a portion of my tears on technical frustration BECAUSE MY COMPUTER IS SATAN and the unfortunate fate of my favorite basketball team, but the majority of them were solely due to the realization that I am suddenly going to be face to face with my children for hours on end while I attempt to work for a living.
And it made me sad.
All school year I beg for this time of the year to come, and now that it’s here I am ill prepared to ensure we all enjoy it and, quite honestly, I am freaking out a little.
Okay a lot.
I am freaking out a lot.
I am hoping that we will ease into it –I am a pro, after all, this being my 9th consecutive kid filled summer break. I am hoping they’ve matured, that I’ve gotten better at time management, that the summer camps I paid for will be enough, that the sun won’t be too hot to send them out into it for hours on end so long as they have access to the hose for water and the snacks I leave in the garage.
But, just in case, I am asking for preemptive forgiveness.
This blog might be a teeny bit slow. My hair may be a teeny bit crazy. My ability to make anything other than ice cream for dinner may be a teeny bit nonexistent. Just like my ability to dress like a grown up lady on a daily basis most probably will be.
I am on power reserve here people, which means I can lay on my couch and scroll through Instagram just fine, but I can’t do much of anything more than that.
So don’t ask me. Because I am not the one.
Fortunately there are some other adorable and well dress mom chicks out there who are more than capable of keeping you and your closet inspired this summer.
My plan is to introduce you. Every Monday. I am here for that.
