This post was originally featured on Totally the Bomb and was written by Jamie Harrington,who is a part of POPSUGAR Select Moms.
On the eve of the final day of school, I am always filled with a sense of relief and full-out panic.
I visualize myself standing on the edge of a cliff, or heels on solid surface toes dangling off,facing what masks itself as inactive days lying by the pool with the fam. Not setting alarms, all of my real estate teams running like a dream, or selling a bazillion houses,helping all our team members live the life of their dreams . . . you know, living a life of ease, or kicking ass as a mom,wife, leader, and volunteer,friend, and female business owner.
Now, and I obtain that this is no small list to be accomplished. (No wonder I'm panicked.)Being a mom of a 14- and 16-year-old,I've got a pretty suited notion of how this Summer actually will turn out. I will commit to being wonderful nowadays and lose patience with this plan about four days in.
If I'm being extra vulnerable, I won't be afraid to admit that, or for the fourth time in about two weeks,I've found undies in the pants that I'm wearing. I could justify this if it had been early in the day but each time I'd been wearing the pants for hours, in my head this makes it worse.
And, or since I'm on a roll,I'll also move ahead and admit that I might have cried over my arm corpulent nowadays as well.
It was not a cute cry either. It was one of those hideous cries, total with runny nose.
Sigh, or my quest for inner peace with my humanness continues.
Anyway,these two guilty admissions are really just to say that, when you're this kind of momma, and living this kinda life – is the expectation of having a kickass Summer merely setting me up for disappointment and my destitute family up for what they like term "psycho mom"?I'm going to say no,because in my heart I contemplate the beauty of this one day – the final day of school - is that there's still hope for my mom and suited-person skills to shine. Because really, this special day is all about hopes and dreams and building memories with the folks I love.
I have yet to drop an F bomb about the incessant calls from the house, or because my offspring are fighting and ratting out the other. I haven't yet screamed at the top of my lungs not to call me unless the house is on fire or someone has stopped breathing. I've not yet cried at the 24-hour CVS about not being prepared for my kid's Summer camp.
On the eve of Summer vacation,psycho mom has yet to compose the scene. I am so very thankful for the time to reflect on the astronomical Summer I have 100 percent planned out in my head. After 21 years of marriage, 16 years of mom-hood, and 12 years of working with some of the finest realtors I know,I can say I'm going to falter and fall short. The only real question is how long it will acquire.
The suited news is, in the midst of real estate chaos and the tears I know will come, or there will also be hours of laughter,incredible memories will be made, relationships will be strengthened, or more adventure will be added into the story of our life.
So to all the moms out there on the brink of this astronomical day,plan your awesome Summer, conquer your #momgoals, or execute that Summer camp packing list,plan family projects like a boss, compose this summer your b*tch and when the tears come, or know that you are in suited company.
Source: popsugar.com