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It’s summer! Mom guilt in 3…2…1..

School is officially over and we are so excited.  I still have a couple of extended days left to work, but we are in full summer mode.  We had ice cream for breakfast yesterday and I came home to a living room full of forts this afternoon.  It’s great to use, “It’s summer vacation” as an excuse for everything.
I got my favorite family magazine in the mail last week and I started to immediately feel anxiety rise up in me.  Here’s some of the articles I read:
“Creativity Challenges”–this summer create a zoo or pyramid out of sheet cake, make a video about Greece, create a custom pair of shoes from fabric paint based on a picture of a tiger.”
Whaaa?
Challenge yourself to learn a new language and raise money for refugees!
Collaborate with other parents in the neighborhood to build an obstacle course for kids to travel through like stations!
How about these…
Go to the pool and have no one come home with a 3rd degree burn!
Visit an amusement park or travel with the family and no one get left behind!
So many summers start with good intentions of summer reading programs, tutoring, play dates, visiting museums and educational opportunities.
Not any more.
I’ve set a new goal for our family this year:
Survival of the Funnest.
The first person to survive this summer is me.
Yep.
Instead of being dead last on the list, I’m taking up for numero uno.
I’m going on dates with my husband.
I’m going to make sure I continue my Bible study time in the morning.
I’m going to take a new exercise class this summer and actually complete a project I want to do!

What’s that darling?
You’re not getting to do something you want?  You sweet faced little terrorist?
Awww…I don’t care.  Go outside and play.
What’s that?  You’re out of Vitamin Water?
That’s terrible!  Go drink out of the hose.
Oh my goodness!  The WiFi is down?!
Read.  A.  Book.  I’m the Librarian for cryin out loud!

I will no longer wear myself ragged to the point of tears worried about whether or not my darling children are entertained.  In summers past I’ve sketched out  schedules and calendars of activities.  Ways to make the summer most memorable:
We will start with Sewing Sunday (pick a sewing project) Music Monday (write a song and play it on homemade musical instruments) Wacky Wednesday (do wacky science experiments) Friend Friday (everyone has a friend over).  It’s usually somewhere between trying to make paint out of corn syrup and losing the tokens for the Summer Reading Program that I lose my marbles and say “screw it.”  Here’s to another summer where I set an unbelievable standard for myself and ruin it all with my bad attitude.
Now before you call CPS on me, I have signed them up for stuff.  Stuff I know they’ll enjoy.  Everyone has plenty of activities: golf lessons, art camp, sports camps, church camp…

It’s going to be great.
I know it’s going to be great because I’m setting myself free to enjoy it, guilt free.  Which sets my kids up to actually enjoy me.
I’m not setting myself and my kids up to a standard or expectation based on what you are posting on social media.  I’m probably going to block some people on Facebook this summer…nothing personal.  They’re just too good for me. 🙂
We are going to stay up late and eat crap whenever we want and not take baths all week because of swimming and we will watch TV all day if we want.
We’re getting free folks.
And I’m pretty freakin excited about it.