A working mom's summer is no vacation
At least for me, I find it's a constant juggling act — almost as much as it is during the school year. It starts with the coordination of making sure we have child care throughout the summer.
That's gotten a little less stressful since the children started going to visit relatives in Kansas during the first few weeks of their summer vacation. Those two to three weeks should have been stress-free, right? But because I'm me, I jammed in as much stuff as I could -- two weekend camping trips and some nights out -- putting a lot of pressure on myself to get all my office work done AND packing for camping (never simple).
My inlaws brought the kids home a couple weeks ago and stayed at our house for a week before joining us on a camping trip to Roger's Rock on Lake George. Once again, everything had to be buttoned up at work (in the midst of track season no less). Thankfully my inlaws are AMAZING and packed and planned for much of the trip.
This week, my sister is here from Connecticut with her children to attend our church's vacation Bible school each morning. So we have a houseful, and I'm a bit on edge during the day because she's got her kids and mine and I'm scrambling to get out of work before she loses her mind dealing with all of them.
Beginning next week and until the end of the summer, I'm counting on two lovely teenage girls to watch my kids full time. I'm grateful they will be coming to my house so I don't have to get us all out the door to go somewhere each morning, but my OCD about having my house presentable for guests is looming. I can see myself uneccessarily burdening each morning with the stress of having my house clean. Gotta shake that quickly or I'll be a basketcase by next week.
Work here at The Saratogian is always overwhelming, and summer is no exception. Outside the office window, looking out on Lake Avenue, I can see the blue sky and people walking around in vacation garb. It adds a pressure to get out and enjoy these fleeting days of summer. But, truthfully, all I really want to do is sit on my back porch with my feet up and sip a glass of lemonade.