The last days of summer

So, I finished my book and my "gest" blogger was glad. She said it was a lot of work. She took the job very seriously and was ready to update the minute she woke up. She's a funny girl. Let me do a little updating here.

It's the last week of summer vacation here. It's my last week of having any of my kids home full time. I'm sad, I'm excited, I'm nervous, I'm a total mom. What do I do? I've been mom for so long I'm not sure I can do something just for me. Will my laundry and other various chores get done faster? Or will I think I have all the time in the world and never get anything done? When friends want me to exercise I can no longer use my kids as the excuse. I may actually have to lose my weight!! ACK!!

I miss my kids when they are not here. I miss them terribly. I also can't wait to have them gone. The first day I will sit in peace and quiet. No arguments, rock band, other assorted video games, warring music players between Hannah Montana and Spongebob, TV shows, games that somehow become more and more loud (seriously why did they not seem so loud when we bought them?) You get the picture.

I will also sit and cry because it is so quiet. Because it is another year before they leave me. It is another year that I have to give up the strings that hold them so tightly to me. Another year of gained independence. How have so many mothers before me done this? It can break my heart and yet I'm so proud of them when they accomplish their progress through life.

This is the natural progression of life. I know. I love it I hate it. I think I'm a little schizophrenic. I'll be fine after a few weeks and I'll never know how I existed with kids at home. They are all so excited, just like I once was. But could they not just send me condolence card? Just to mourn the passing of yet another summer of childhood.