Everyone is so tired--physically, emotionally, academically, socially--that when they come into the safe confines of our home after another long day at school fuses run short. It's always a transition from summer to school but this year seems harder somehow, or maybe just sadder. Summer momming is not without it's moments, but there are so many special and beautiful ones that it's hard to even remember the sour. But school-year momming, that's just so much trickier. The teachers get all their goodness, all their sweetness, all the bright thoughts and funny comments and by the time my babies get home to me I feel like all I'm doing is damage control. Tears! Screams! Fights! Schedules! And that's just over homework. Next week will be better, and before long the school grind will feel as natural as beach day, but today, this week, well I'm keeping it real, it's felt exhausting. That's why yesterday when for the briefest of moments the girls were nicely playing princesses on their rocking chair and the boys were happily reading Big Nate on the blue couch my Mommy heart threatened imminent explosion. I had forgotten how kind and quiet and darling they were capable of being! Until we find our groove again it'll be this peaceful moment that I choose to remember, because there's nothing I love more than my babies loving each other.
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