I’ve got a bad case of the summertime blues.
I know it’s crazy but guys…the kids…they are running me ragged. RAGGED.
Miss K constantly wants to be with her friends which is awesome but asking me every 30 seconds to go get her friends when it’s only 8:30 in the morning. Not awesome. And?! She tells me we can’t go places because she wants to wait for her friends. Uh no. Just no. Sorry Missy miss.
And then there are the boys.
Little C decides that 2:30 am is a great time to get up. It’s not. And he’s crazy. He’s at that I WANT TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF phase but can’t really do everything himself without getting hurt. There’s lots of crying and yelling. We haven’t found a way to peacefully work through this phase like I did with the other two. But there is a saving grace…if I need to calm him down I just pop in Frozen. The kid is gaga for that movie. And it really does calm him down. This also means that I have the entire movie memorized as does Big C which is all kinds of adorable because, out of nowhere, he’ll start breaking out in song.
Big C gets up and immediately wants to go outside and swing. At 6:30am. My kids would live outside if they could which I LOVE but not at 6:30 in the morning.
And of course, there’s the outings where each child wants to do something different but needs me to help them do all these different things. Apparently they believe I have 8 inspector gadget arms to do so.
Moral of the story…we haven’t found a good groove this summer. At all. It’s been tough. Two out of the three always seem to be fighting. One is always happy. And me…I’m going crazy.