Summer 2013

So this isn’t my first go-round at being on maternity leave in the summer months. I mean, this is my THIRD kid born in June so I’ve done the six-to-eight weeks off over summer break. However, I haven’t done it with three older loud, whiny children who hate each other and umpteen home renovation projects lingering.


There, I said it. My kids are unruly. And you know something else? I’m counting the days until school starts again. Yes I am and I am unashamed. {21 days or three weeks from this very moment – HALLELUJAH!} What? I’m only saying what you are thinking if you are home all day with lunatics like mine. Seriously. The only reason I’m able to etch this little note out is because they are camping and I got a night time pass to be home with Daly boy. Clearly I’m making the most of this solitude because it doesn’t come often.  I feel like I'm going at mach speed to mark things off my list not usually even attainable with a full house. 

And I’m not kidding when I say that we have done it all, or so it seems. We’ve been to the water park, Greenville Drive baseball games, library {nightmare!}, play dates, Runway Café. Next week we add the beach to our list of summer memories.  And because their energy tank never seems to empty, my boys have played a ridiculous amount of Tiger Woods on the PlayStation and Lego Star Wars on the Wii. And I don’t care. I-just-don’t-care. So what if their little minds are a little more corrupted? At least they were fed and {for the most part} had clean clothes on their backs. Those are my two key goals each day and, with a new baby, I would say we’ve done fairly well. Showers…uh. No comment.

I do love my children. In case you were wondering. And if we’re friends on Instagram, you would know that by the seven thousand pictures I post…daily.

I totally think I can rock this stay-at-home-mom gig when school is in session. And when all boys are in school. I whip up a mean coffee cake and take pride in my bed-making skills. So I guess that would make me a housewife more than a SAHM, huh? Whatever. Minor details.