Jill Norander is a full-time wife and mom. She is co-CEO of her household, where the motto is “It’s not just good, it’s good enough!” She is also a full-time physical therapist and enthusiastic blogger. She writes a personal blog about the joys and struggles of raising three boys with the limited time, patience, and energy that one mother can summon.
Stop complaining about spending summer vacation with your kids.
Seriously, stop complaining. I work Monday through Thursday, but I have the JOY of spending summer Fridays with my three boys. And let me tell you something, I just LOVE when I struggle all week to get the kids out of bed, but on Fridays, they wake up at 6:00 a.m., before I have even had one gulp of coffee. And I LOVE when, three minutes later, my 8-year-old is asking what he is getting for Christmas.
I love it when I am trying to clean the house and I put the same toy away twelve times in thirty minutes. Also love it when my perfectly clean house is destroyed within two hours. I love when the kids tell me they are bored six hundred times within the first thirty minutes of waking. I love it when they are fighting viciously over a $.50 McDonald’s toy while $5,612 worth of toys in the basement sit untouched.
I love it when I rack my brain, trying to find an activity that will entertain three kids aged 3, 6, and 8, so we end up at the library. I love it when they start fighting over who got to put more coins in the parking meter. I love it so much that we end up putting an extra $2.00 in, just to try and even the score.
I love it when I have to load and unload the dishwasher three times in one day. And I love it when I sweep the kitchen floor four times in one day. I love it when I have to do fifty percent more laundry than I do in the winter, which does not make sense at all because summer clothes are so much smaller.
I love it when their father has punished them (me) by taking away electronics for the day. I love it when I cannot use the bathroom, shower, or get dressed without someone coming in the bathroom to explain how solar panels work, or ask for a drink of water, or ask me how to spell ‘pick axe’. I love it when I hear “Mom” 12 billion times a day. I love it so much that I have since requested to be called Esmerelda. I love it when I say “Bye Felicia” to my three-year-old and he asks, “Momma, why you always call me Felicia?” (OK, I actually DO love that.)
I love it ALL so much that I am not quite sure how you do this every day.
But mostly, I love it when their father comes home.
So stop complaining, stay-at-home-moms, let’s meet up for happy hour instead.
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