Today is the last day of school and I’m like that girl in every horror movie descending a creaky staircase into a dark basement with a kitchen knife shaking in my hand.
I. Am. Terrified.
After today, they will be here. With me. All day. Every day.
The monsters have arrived and they are my children.
They demand to be fed at all hours, turn into crazed maniacs at the suggestion they go outside and soak up a little sun, and they have the uncanny ability to start (and maintain) loud arguments with one another just as Mom is A) lying down to take a nap, B) sitting down for the first time all day, or C) just trying to use the bathroom, for the love.
When they were little, I planned all kinds of fun activities and outings for them. Now that they’re older, we’ve simplified more, especially since they can go to camp and do other stuff without me holding their hand the whole way.
Still, the thought of them being here all summer exhausts me and it hasn’t even started yet.
Who Me, Lazy?
Yesterday I picked my oldest up after his finals and took him to the grocery store with me. As I tossed Ramen noodles and pizza rolls into my cart, he got this strange look on his face.
“Pizza rolls? Really, Mom? That doesn’t seem like you.”
“Summer’s here,” I replied. “Y’all are all gonna be whining about how hungry you are, and I don’t want to be in the kitchen making food all summer long. This is stuff you can make yourself. Because I really am that lazy.”
“Love you, too,” he replied sarcastically.
Summer Planning Made Simple: A Lazy Parent’s Guide
So the being lazy part, I’m sorta halfway joking.
Because people who know me know I’m anything but lazy. I thrive on activity and agenda. I’m one of those rare breeds who actually gets more done when I have more to do. Because an object in motion tends to stay in motion. It’s physics, y’all.
But in the summertime I like to slow down a bit. I’m older now, and I’ve been at this motherhood thing for a while. Mama needs a break.
So yes. I feel entitled to a little laziness. Sue me.
The problem, though, is that total disregard for routine and structure will turn all of us into crazed maniacs within a week. We’ve got to have some kind of a plan to keep this place from going all frat house berserk.
Enter the lazy mom’s guide to summer planning. It’s my best advice after 16 years of parenting on how to create a summer routine you can actually live with. Ten practical tips for keeping it simple but still structured. . . so you don’t lose your ever-loving lazy little mind.
What about you? What are your best tips for planning a loosely structured summer? I’d love any wisdom you might have to offer! Tell me your ideas in the comments below!