It’s true. I did.
The lump began to form around 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I felt it and I tried to ignore it. I watched as the hours ticked by painfully fast. Tick-tock-tick-tock. I was fully aware of the shift that was occurring as I gathered clothes, cleaned up messes, and prepared lunches for the following day. I think it was about 6 o’clock with the first tears fell. I looked at Chad, I don’t want school to start tomorrow.
What?! Am I twelve? Is this normal? Probably not, but I sure felt it. Just one more day is all I wanted. . . or two. . . or perhaps three?
It was such a luxury to step away from the school schedule. Letting go of the we have to’s and the we must’s for a couple of weeks was so freeing. I think all of us relaxed a bit more. Settled in a bit more. I think we were all just a little more present. Oh, and what a delight to have Charlie home with us. His laughter and especially his orneriness brought such light to our days.
We definitely discovered the recipe for the “perfect” Christmas break. . .
Well, almost perfect. When your husband does snow removal and you get this much snow, you don’t see him often. Still, we made the best of it.
It is difficult to describe the joy I witnessed in our back yard. Charlie’s toothless grin and Chanelle’s red-faced enthusiasm was almost more than I could take. This Mama’s heart was ready to explode.
The coolest part about having the only hill in the neighborhood is this. . .
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| Yep, that’s my girl. . . airborn |
Children gather and echos of laughter and excitement provide endless entertainment. I watched as the older kids assisted the younger ones and with every trip down the hill, Charlie and Chanelle grew more and more brave. The child in me screams. . . can’t it be like this forever?!
Of course it can’t. . . I know that.
I probably shouldn’t cry when we have to go back to the real world, but I can’t help myself. I’m a mama who enjoys having all of her chicks in the nest and if it were up to me, I’d hold on just a little bit longer. But alas, back to school they went and everyone survived just fine. The girls and I will hold down the fort while Charlie is at school, but I’ll admit it. . .
I’m closely watching the forecast for the next snow day.
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One last thing. . . I just want to thank you (again) for visiting this space. While I feel it every single day, I don’t say it (so as to not be accused of gushing). . . I appreciate this community so very much.
Have a wonderful day!
Oh Summer, I get this. I do. I just told Steve last night, "I think I should just wait til next week to send S back to school…I mean, starting again on a Friday? That's just weird. Wouldn't Monday make more sense?" In reality, I'm just delaying. I like my chicks in the nest too…and I despise the hustle and bustle that school brings. I've LOVED the slowness of the past few weeks…staying in pjs, staying up late, just playing and being us…with no where to be at a certain time. No clock. No plans. Love it! I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. At all.
I love Meadow's ice cream hat. It used to make me die laughing when Evelyn would wear it and just now, it made me laugh all over again seeing sweet Meadow in it. The best hat ever. 😉
I'm so glad I'm not the only one. Ugh. I hate the transitions!
Oh and the hat? I know! Best hat ever!!
I have to admit that when my daughter was still in grade school, I cried like a baby when breaks ended. Still get stomach aches the night before, and like you, I can't wait for our first snow day this year. It's nice having the kids around! : )
These are amazing! My Somer is also a Somer K!
I didn't know she was a Somer K. That's funny! I don't know if I told you this before, but I graduated with a "Somer" I love that spelling.
I am shooting with a Canon 7D now. I upgraded my Rebel last summer. I'm enjoying it, but still SO much to learn.
and, what are you shooting with these days?!
aaahhhhhh – my friend, you WOULD cry when it is time to go back to school. 🙂 it wouldn't be you if you didn't. hold on a bit longer, it's okay. you have permission.
and, no snow days from the 5th – 10th – good old friend missy won't be able to drive in the snow!
love, Miss
You are not the only one… I typically cry at the end of every major break from reality. If we go on vacation, I cry on the way home. When the kids have to go back to school after spring break or summer break or winter break, I cry. I love spending time with my family and treasure those times so much that I don't want them to end. This year I didn't cry though…. I don't know what that means exactly. 😉
Summer? BEAUTIFUL photos.
And I hear you. I had to be back in the office on New Year's Eve (this past Monday) and even though it was only until noon I was BEYOND angry. I went through this same set of emotions.
I hate it. 🙁
Summer, Naturally, I was a hot mess when my girls had to go back to school on Wednesday. We had such an amazing vacation and it ended much too soon. I am happiest when my house is filled with their crazy noise, messes, and constant chatter. I had three lonely days of watching the clock until pickup. Perhaps I need a hobby, other than blog stalking 🙂
Oh, and my guy was off moving snow around for many, many, many hours these last few weeks also. Too bad we aren't neighbors, we could have gone sledding together and waited for the snow to stop falling. 🙂 Winter is a long season don't you think?
Oh Marcie. . . I love hearing stories of those who feel it, too. Those who say, hey, even if it's not normal. . . I do it, too. . . so you're not alone.
And YES winter is a LONG season. How great would that be to be "snow widows" together?! And, by the way. . . I think "blog stalking" is a perfectly acceptable hobby! 😉
Summer, I think this is how I'm going to feel when I finally get a job!! I'm going to want "just one more day" to play unabashedly with Photoshop, textures, and my little pieces of art! Thanks for sharing so openly! YOU are one of the most "real" bloggers I've met … not to diminish the rest of my "flock." You just have a writing style that is magnetizing. ;-> Keep it up, my friend.