I’m only three weeks into summer and I’m already starting to feel burned out. How could this possibly be happening. Already. Sigh.
I’m a planner. I constantly have lists running through my head about what I want to do, and where I want to take the kids. I constantly guilt myself for being a stay at home Mom:
I’m wasting too much time. I wanted to stay home with them to DO things with them. I need to do more things. They need more experiences. I should have brought them somewhere educational this week. Fark, the house is a total wreck, and I need to do laundry, but then the kids don’t get to do anything fun today.
If my idiotic inner voice making me feel lazy wasn’t enough, there’s also everything else I’ve already committed to (either to the kids, or just to myself):
More trips to the zoo this year because we have the pass. Take them to the museum again. You said we would go back to pioneer village. Don’t forget about the aquarium. And Wonderland, again, you’ve got the pass. There was that storybook place to have a picnic, and the day at the beach you promised. And the farms. And what about that lion safari place? Oliver would love that one. And you did say you would try to go back to the falls one more time, you forgot about that…
If my long sought after summer days disappearing wasn’t enough to make me want to crawl into a hole for the next 8 weeks, the bank account going along with it was. I’m trying to save for Florida, and sports, and all the other “stuff” that inevitably comes up (except going to the drive-in, Mommy’s got to have one guilty pleasure)….