Dead Woman Walking

Two more days of life as I know it. Two more days, and half of one is gone. Slow down clock!  So much freedom, so much peace and quiet to soak up before it's gone, nothing but a distant memory. This Friday is the day. D-day. The beginning of ...*GASP* ... SUMMER break! **[insert blood curdling scream]** Yes, I prayed for these children, begged the Lord to send me these offspring. Yes, I adore them (separately, in small doses especially). Yes, I'm thankful for them. But I'm also not ashamed to admit that being a full time Mom is hard work. That 7 and 10 year old boys will wear you out. That I have been spoiled rotten for the past 9 months and am completely utterly not ready for what is about to take place. I will of course make the best of it. I will put on my big girl panties and assume the role of 24/7 entertainment coordinator. I will put on my warrior helmet and forge into the kitchen to become short order cook, referee, spiritual coach, and shaper of young men. I will put on my swimsuit to splash in the pool with them. I will drive them to the movies and the spraypark and the library and wherever else we can dream up a field trip in the triple digit heat. But just for the record, I'm going to be tantruming on the inside, at least for the first week. Because, just like the rest of my school-age SAHM sisterhood, I'm going to be secretly mourning the untimely death of the girl I used to know, lazy spoiled princess though she was-- that carefree girl who enjoyed things called naps, and quiet time, and solo trips to Target.