Tomorrow the munchkins go back to school. Well, two of them do. One of them (and Daisy) goes back to school on Wednesday. I gotta tell you, it’s been an exhausting week and a half. (You may have noticed some gaps in my blogging.)
Every time a long break from school comes up, I get all panicky that we’re going to sit around with nothing to do. Then every kid we’ve ever met decides they want a playdate. We had fun at every single playdate, but oh, dear lord, we’re tired.
We had two playdates on Tuesday and two on Wednesday. There was only one on Thursday, but it was Bunnyland, and I could barely walk after I got home from that one. I think we only had one playdate on Friday, but I don’t rightly remember.
Then today rolled around. I think today was the noisiest day we have had in…ever. The three little dudes bickered and squabbled and shrieked all damn day. I think the high point was when Jack stole a Tinkertoy from Sam so Sam told him that I was going to kick him out of the family.
That caused a lot of screaming and tears.
I think they might be ready to go back to school. And, yeah, we had fun last week, but after today, I am ready to put them on a bus, like, NOW.
Even when they were agreeable today, they were noisy. We have three balloons right now, so there was a lot of shrieking about, “Keep the balloons in the air!” and when I tried to calm them down by reading to them, there was a lot of, “I’m going to bounce this balloon on your book, ha, ha, ha!”
Then there was the car ride to and from speech therapy. The trip there was less than awesome, and topped off by Quinn’s tragically sad whimper-whining, “I’m cold! And…hot.” On the way home, Sam started yelling at everyone to shut up because he was getting a headache. It was that loud.
So spring break is over. Although summer vacation looms large. I’m worried.