I’m gonna wake up every day for the next 9 months an entire hour and half earlier than I am used to, rush around to get the kids UP, out of bed, dressed and fed.
Fed will look like uncooked Pop-Tarts or a bag of fishy’s as we
walk run out of the house to hit school drop off line before the first bell rings.
It seems like all summer I look forward to the school year starting. I look forward to the routine (I live for schedules). I look forward to the boys going to bed early (#truth).
I look forward to normalcy.
But then the time comes…summer ends and early bedtime routines become all out brawls. Yea, you try explaining to three rowdy boys why they can no longer stay outside and ride bikes with their neighbor friends until 9:00 PM. It gets exhausting.
Six AM comes quite fast when all summer you were sleeping until 7:30 AM. I begin each day thinking…”Man, I wish it were still summer.”
Not to mention that the sun starts to go down earlier and earlier. The days become shorter. Time starts to move faster.
But summer? Summer days are long and eventful. Filled with lots of giggles and dirty feet.
And flower picking.
I think, like anything, it’s just the change that throws me off.
I get used to our days filled with driveway hangouts with the neighborhood moms, watching the kids run around in the yard chasing one another, sitting on the back patio sipping smoothies and feeling like bedtimes mean nothing.
Now that the school year has officially started I know that I will be thankful for the normalcy. The routine. The schedule.
But for now? For now I feel bummed.
I feel like I want summer to last for eternity.