Summer break is nearing the end. We’re down to single digits. As of today (Thank you Rory!) only nine days to go until that (say it with me) glorious little yellow school bus comes and takes Ben off to school and gives me the gift of alone time.
It’s the time alone I crave. Sure, I miss the naps I take on the mornings I get bounced at 2:00am but what I really want is to be alone. It’s bad enough that Zeus the Big Dumb Dog is my permanent shadow and must follow me every place I go. Like a shadow sometimes he’s behind me, sometimes he’s in front of me, but he’s always ALWAYS next to me. Now I’ve also got Ben following me everywhere. He bangs on the bathroom door if I’m in there more than a minute. Even after his Mama wakes up and comes out of her room to take over, Zeus and Ben follow me.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to be loved. It’s wonderful that my company is sought after, but I need a break. By the time Ben and Zeus are behind the closed door of his bedroom (yes, he sleeps in Auntie’s former room now. Mama is thrilled to have her own room.) I’m so tired and brain-fried that I’m in zombie mode. I eat, read a little, see Older Daughter off to work then pass out hoping I get more than three hours sleep before it all starts again. Oh yeah, I also try to convince Sophie kitty that while I may look like a piece of furniture, I’m not that comfortable to lay on and yes, her claws do in fact hurt.
Older Daughter took some vacation days off work to “help with Ben”. I put it in quotes because I think she just wanted time off work, which is fine, but don’t say you’re going to “help” with your son then spend the whole time binging Netflix. She was off work last night and I still got bounced at 4:30am. She rolled out at 6:30am. I know… I know… I should have woken her up, but what’s the point?! Ben would just follow me to my room anyway. It is actually better for my attitude if I just figure I’ve got Ben Duty. If I figure she’s got it, that she’ll handle his needs, wants, demands and try to relax, I get super cranky when he comes to me to open a juice or tape something or whatever.
So, everyone home for the next six days and eight days from tomorrow (Sunday) I’ll get some space. In keeping with the train theme, (yes, Thomas is still on repeat) I’m going to be The Little Engine That Could and keep telling myself that I can get through these remaining days without my head exploding.
I think I can, I think I can…
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