Today is the first Monday of my first summer as a work at home mom with KIDS OUT OF SCHOOL. To say I’m nervous about this enterprise is an understatement. I work about 30 hours a week and I have child care 14 hours a week.
It seems that perhaps the odds are not in my favor.
Jonah has summer school June 15-July 12 so basically I’m living for June 15th right now. At least then I will have four hours a day when he’s not perpetually pissed off that Joshua would rather play Minecraft than play with him. Of course that week the big kids are also in VBS, so I have to drop Jonah off (15 minutes each way. Last year summer school was at the school 90 seconds from my driveway. This year, ACROSS TOWN.) and then truck it back home , be home for 15 minutes, and take the big kids to VBS. So really I shouldn’t be that excited about the week of June 15th I guess.
*tears out hair*
I need to go read some blogs about how to organize your life when you’re a work at home mom in the summer that does NOT involve spending 75% of my income on day camps.
But I didn’t get up at 5:45 to do THAT, so I better just get to work and see how much I can get done before they jump out of bed at the crack of 7:30 (The time at which I have told them they may emerge, you KNOW they are awake before that. Maybe THAT’S why I hate summer, DID YOU EVER THINK OF THAT JUDGY PEOPLE? MY KIDS DON’T SLEEP IN!) and get to work.
But first I am going to read every single square on this and laugh a LOT. And guzzle coffee. You’re welcome. Happy June, everyone!
(Click on the pic to be able to read it well. It’s hilarious!)
When I was a teacher, I hated Wednesdays. It started out not so bad–just my ideas seemed to run out of steam right about Wednesday, and the kids would act out a little more than usual. But, by the end of the school year, Wednesdays were the bane of my existence! They just kept getting worse and worse, and then I would have myself in a “Wednesdays are hell” spiral that would start even before I got to school.
Not that this is at all encouraging, but I get it. Sometimes moms live for summer, sometimes moms have summers that suck. Hopefully it will end up okay for you.
I haven’t had a summer off since 1969!!!