in a bit of a panic...

and this is not at all uncommon for this time of year. After all, after May comes June and the kids are out and my "OHMYGOD what am I going to do with them ALLSUMMERLONG?" fear strikes hard. Weekends are hard enough, but come Monday and I can send them back to school with their little uniforms and I can rejoice in peace and quiet (for the most part) for the next 5 days. But ALLSUMMERLONG is a very long time. Especially when the sun comes out super early and goes to bed super late. And right now all three kids have different interests. So taking them to the playground and the beach and driving away and forgetting about them is not an option. Because they no longer want to play with each other. They only want to play with their friends. I don't have the energy or strength to let them all have friends over at the same time. And we can't have just one friend over because then the IT'SNOTFAIRTHAT(S)HECANHAVEAFRIENDOVERANDICAN'T fiasco stars. Oh, I'm getting a migraine just thinking about this. Oy! And playgrounds are boring, except to Alexander and beaches are boring, except to Alexander. So now what? Yes, I have them enrolled in camps. But camps don't come cheap these parts so 1 week for 3 kids will run me about $900 not to mention the summertime grocery bill which seems to triple in dollars spent. So the kids will have a couple weeks of camp. Ok two weeks. Whoopdeedoo. Our summer vacation is about 13 weeks long. THIRTEEN WEEKS folks. What on earth will I do? So after two weeks of camp we'll have ELEVEN WEEKS left. Arghhhh... Good grief. Ok, it'll get better. We'll be in Maine for two weeks. Now we are down to NINE weeks left. That's still 2 months! Two months with my own children! Ok, then we'll go to Newport for a few days here and there...

Do you see where I am coming from? Don't you feel my pain? Now we have to factor in some other obstacles that I did not have last summer. I have my bad arm. I am still practically using one arm. I have 3 to 4 more MONTHS of physical therapy ahead of me. THREE times a week. What will I do with my kids? My physical therapist told me to bring them along. Ummm, not my kids. Seriously! Can you imagine Alexander in there? I shudder to think!

I'm going to have to get creative...But my creative juices are drying out. I'm going to have to find my big girl panties again and I'm not sure where I've put them. I'm not sure I'll make it through summer this year!