The ominous words were uttered by my 5 year old last night. Today is the last day of school. As of 12:30 tomorrow, all three of my kids will be underfoot. Sigh...
Usually I spend the summer screaming at the top of my lungs. My kids see summer as their time to drive their mother to apoplexy. But this year. I'm going to be organized. I'm going to plan. I swear it.
We live within driving distance of some awesome museums. I'm going to take them this year. I realized at the end of summer last year, the poor kids got to do nothing. So this summer I'm going to strive to do things differently. We have year-long passes to Legoland. There is no reason I can't take them. I'm going to take them to the "club" so they can play with their friends while I workout and get some writing done.
My biggest hurdle is my house. I hate it when my house is dirty. But I find my need for a clean house dominates everything else. I gotta stop doing that. I guess the one advantage to getting the kids out of the house is they won't be able to make it messy.
I've decided to create a schedule, plan the weeks, plan the menus. I want to take the frustration of daily obligations out of my life, and, hopefully, Friday, the fun will begin.
In Other News...
Got a request for a partial. Emailed a query to an agent and an hour later they requested a partial. I wish I could feel more enthusiasm, but I'm afraid I'm getting rather jaded for the whole submission process.