A Few Words About Summer

I AM NOT GOING TO SURVIVE IT!!!! If you have been reading, I know you were expecting a heartfelt post about the birth of Gia but before I do that one, I have to get this off my chest.

OMG, we are only two days into the first week of summer and I am not kidding. I am not going to survive. I want to go on record as saying that I don't give a rat's behind if my kids are social or not. I don't care if they ever play. From the time they wake up until the time they go to bed, they are driving me crazy. Nico is a money vacuum and can someone explain to me how a kid that has always had chores all of a sudden thinks he doesn't have to do anything and get money every time he goes out the door? For some reason, he seems to think because he goes to camp in the morning and has to play baseball at night, it is MY fault he is sore and tired. I also want to go on record as saying I don't give a monkey's behind if he EVER plays another sport again. Or rather, what activity can he do where he is gone from the moment he wakes up until the moment he goes to bed and his muscles won't hurt or he won't be exhausted? My absolute favorite is when he is hanging out with friends and because he was so exhausted, we want to shut it down earlier so he can go to bed at a decent hour and he spends the rest of the freaking night complaining and begging for his friends to stay later. How about...don't drag your ass all day and cry about how tired you are and I won't care how long they stay. I love when he thinks he's threatening me by telling me he might quit one of the sports he plays. I want to say, "I have news for you, Pal. Anytime you want to give me my life back, be my guest." The other thing that is getting old is the moodiness and disrespectful way of talking and then feeling bad a half hour later and coming up and hugging me and saying I'm sorry. While I appreciate the apology, this is a roller coaster I am not riding all summer.

Where do I even begin with the twins? When one has a friend or friends over, the other is up my butt wanting to do something or call someone. That would be fine but if it is always even, I could end up with 8-10 kids here. I don't mind having kids here. A lot of times it is easier because Gia naps and it's not always easy to bring them places or get them home. I want to stress that it is NOT my children's friends that are the problem. They have great friends that are very respectful and enjoyable to be around. It is MY CHILDREN that are the problem! I don't allow my kids to play games where they have to go door to door. It's not that I think there is anything wrong with these games. It's just that I don't know all of my neighbors and I don't want to bother them. So, if you are reading this and are a neighbor or have talked to a neighbor about that annoying kid going door to door, I am sorry if Tommy bothered you yesterday and if you need anything back, let me know. Tommy also thought while having friends over that he would ride Nico's long board. Nico wasn't even allowed to ride one until the summer before 6th grade and only with a helmet and yet, there was Tommy in the middle of the street, no less, on Nico's long board skating away, showing off for his friends. He was in his room from the time his friends left until dinner. He has suddenly grown an attitude that even the most mild-mannered mother would want to squash like a bug.

Isabella's new favorite thing to do is bake which is lovely and something to keep her and her friends busy but I am either going to lose weight from the sauna that the oven makes my kitchen or gain 300lbs from eating everything she makes because God forbid I take a pass.

Knowing I had kids coming, I went to Target and bought a sprinkler and a bunch of squirt guns. I wanted my kids to have a fun summer day. I have said it before and I'll probably say it again. The appreciation factor should equal or exceed the inconvenience factor and if it doesn't, I am done. It will be a long time before I do that again.

Do I even need to say what summer has done to Gia's nap schedule, our grocery bills or my house? It is DAY 2!!! Someone is not going to survive this summer and I think it is me!