My eyes are red and tired. My patience is shot. I've taken away more toys than the kids have left. This summer is not ending on a fun note.
I've held tight to the memory that there is always an upswing in the last week before school starts where I appreciate the relaxed entry into the crazy Fall schedule, but then I remembered something else, which is that Rocket has always been at a different school than Clover. His school always began a full week before her school, which is why that last week was peaceful. This year, they're both at the same school. There will be no week of calm.
If my kids were older, I'd lock myself in my room and stare at Pinterest all day, but Rocket practices his cat burglar skills any times I'm out of sight. I can hear him tip toe on the wood floor until he gets whatever he's after, then he runs hard into his room where he thinks he's safe behind his door. Thankfully he hasn't figured out that the stampede noise he makes is a dead giveaway that he's just nabbed some candy/sister's toys/scissors or any other contraband.
Two more weeks of this. I need to plan more distractions or else we're never going to make it through. After three months of summer full of planned, fun activities, I don't think "haircut day," is going to excite anyone.