It is 8:30 in the morning. It is summer break. Both boys, ages 6 and 3, are with me all day every day (I am not accustomed to this). So far this morning, we’ve had cooking, cleaning, yelling, screaming, door slamming, handwriting practice, arts and crafts, negotiating, and more.
I am exhausted. I can’t seem to get a good night’s sleep, in part because of Mark’s hollering at night (he seems to holler when his sleep schedule is off). I have hardly been home the last few days, and now that I am home, I just want/need to chill out.
It’s just a few days into summer break, and my mental health is already taking a beating. Perhaps I will put the boys in front of Sesame Street for an hour or two. I hate to do that and don’t do it very often.