7/26/2023

The Whiny Days of Summer

I am thisclose to saying, "Forget it. We're starting school tomorrow." 

I have to wait, no matter how satisfying the shocked Pikachu faces would be. For one, it's VBS this week and as it's youngest's last year to participate (he can help out next year, but it's only for elementary age) I'm trying to let him enjoy the last hurrah.

He says he is. 

But it's also exhausting, apparently, and so we get home and he's too tiiiiiireddddd to do anything that needs doing. For yesterday's example, take out the trash. For today's, go bring in the bins. 

Insert eye roll here.

And yes, he still has to do it. He still ends up doing it. He just whines about it. 

A lot.

Eldest isn't all that much better, to be honest.

And, fair's fair, it's hot. I don't like it outside either. But I'm not asking him to live there. Just go out for under five minutes.

Next week all three boys (hubs plus the two younger) will be on a canoe/hiking combo trip on the James River. I will admit to considerable trepidation about it, but shall do my best not to let the anxiety win. I am, however, looking forward to a few days of sweet, blessed quiet and aloneness.

But then? Then it may just be school time. Because we need our schedule back. When we're scheduled, no one has time to whine.

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