School ended for the year last Friday. Summer is officially here. What does that mean for me? It means I no longer have alone time during the day with my 1 and 3 year old. My time is now divided between all 7 kids. With all of the kids being home it means the phone is constantly ringing off the hook and friends knocking at the door. No matter how many things I find to occupy their minds they will still be bored and boredom turns to hunger even thou they just ate. The amount of groceries we buy during the school year will not suffice during summer and the kitchen will seem to remain in constant disarray. Along with the grocery bill going up the electric bill alone will soon look like a mortgage.
The fighting and yelling always triples when summer comes and chores get forgotten pretty quickly. Late nights staying up playing video games and watching TV turn into late mornings sleeping in. I’ll be the first to say my home becomes chaotic from the last day of school to the last day of summer but it’s my home.
It’s my chaotic, noisy messy home full of my crazy, loving family. Summer time always amazes me because I get to spend it with my kids and watch them grow. It’s the time I get to spend with them from the time they wake up until they go to bed without leaving them in anyone else’s care.
Summer time can be stressful and expensive but it’s also full of fun, adventure and memories that last a lifetime.
They say home is where the heart is and I know it’s true because home is where my kids are.
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