Picking up where I left off (here)... I survived the last day of school with only a few emotional scars. I completely fell apart in the hallway after walking my boys in one last time. I don’t know why I even did it. In the last seven years, I’ve probably walked them in only a handful of times, but in the words of Carrie Bradshaw, “I’m an emotional cutter.” So, anyway…
We stuck to our last-day-of-school tradition and headed to the beach for Memorial Day weekend. A little sun and sand were just what I needed to shake off the blues. It was a relaxing week, and the kids had a really good time. In fact, they were so good together that it gave me a false sense of hope for summer tranquility. Don't worry though, reality has set in, and the boys have resumed their love-hate relationship. There was a moment yesterday afternoon where I was not sure I would make it. My oldest son tests my patience daily, and he seems to relish in doing it. His intense, strong-willed personality completely overwhelms my laid-back inner-peacemaker. Last week they were in separate day-camps, which allowed me a few hours to get some work done before mayhem ensued. Plus, I was thinking that the hours apart might calm them a little, but so far, no such luck.
I still have high hopes that we can retreat to our neutral corners, and I don’t know about you, but my favorite neutrals involve white jeans and soft blushes. At the moment, I have them watching a movie (it's raining outside), and I'm lost in an online world of beautiful clothes (check out some of my finds below). And since I know the silence will not last, anyone who has some peace-making skills, bring it on!