By the time you read this, the kids — well, mine, at least — will be safely ensconced in a classroom across town, staring blankly at a white board and counting the minutes until they hitch the school bus home. However, as I write this, the #BTS prep (back-to-school, for the hashtag uninitiated) has been officially completed.
To say my children were less than enthused about the idea of leaving summer behind would be an understatement. So we made our last day of summer break a pretty fun one, all while nailing the #BTS prep like a boss.
Before One Preps for #BTS One Must Be Zen
First thing’s first: Mama needs to get into her happy place with her 15-min workout which, today, consisted of only burpees. ONLY BURPEES. YOU do 15 minutes of ONLY BURPEES and see how YOU feel! FML. Also, #buckfurpees. The meditation that followed I’m pretty sure saved my life.
After a welcome shower, yours truly made an awesome green smoothie. And chased it with a slice of breakfast pizza & a mimosa. What? A girl’s gotta have fun!
No #BTS prep is complete without the perfect manicure. Since we couldn’t make it to Glama Gal Tween Spa before the start of school, we brought a little Glama Gal to us.
While the boys were battling it out Super Mario style and my husband threw in a couple of loads of laundry, I invited my teen to join me on a walk.
Her: “Will it be long?”
Me: “Yes, but we don’t have to talk to each other.”
So we both brought our ear buds and then proceeded to gab the entire time.
Of course, on our way back home, the girl needed to detour to Shopper’s for — GASP! — mascara. I would just like to point out that on more than one occasion when doing her makeup for dance recitals she said — and I quote — “I hate makeup!” Do you, now? Pfft. So she’s got mascara now.
Home is Where the Steak & Fries Is
By the time we returned home, my chef of a husband had gotten lunches ready for tomorrow and steak frites on the go for a pretty fantastic eve-of-back-to-school dinner. And, well, when the steak is as big as your head, you go all in. (Or you go halfsies with your mom.)
Is it any wonder my kids are growing like weeds when they consume half a cow and then mount an enviable banana split display? Verdict: the boys inhaled theirs. The girls couldn’t finish theirs. I’ll be making mine momentarily…
While my husband took a well-deserved break and took off for a hockey pool around 7:30pm, I busied myself with cleaning out the shoe disaster in our front closet. That would prove to be workout #3 today after this morning’s burpees and this afternoon’s 7km walk. We finished labeling any last minute items and then got outfits out for the morning. Said outfits would include wrinkled shorts, naturally. Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike ironing?
So after the kids got to bed — a good 40 minutes past the goal time of 8pm, I found myself digging out the ironing board. As I was about to plug in the iron I noticed flakes of something on the electric keyboard (which is where the outlet is located). Momentarily confused, I looked around and then up. Understanding set in. The painting hanging above the keyboard — one of my dad’s early works of art — had a huge fucking chunk of paint missing.
The Storm Before the Calm
Here’s where the benefit of having had a great day came in. I’m pretty sure I normally would have exploded in a situation like this. Instead, I only minorly ruptured. I did go into the boys’ room and turn on the lights making it supremely clear — in my most level tone of voice — that they would have one chance only to admit which one of them had thrown a ball (because it was clear that’s what had happened) and hit the painting.
You guys, I have never had an apology slip from the lips of one of my kids as quickly as it did tonight. I made it known I was hurt and disappointed, thanked my son for admitting to what he had done and said good-night. And then I ironed the shorts. And drank the wine. Because, hey, a girl’s gotta have fun!
And thus we come to the end of the day. The kids are all snuggly tucked into their beds. The husband, back from his hockey pool, has retired for the night. The kitchen is spotless and the lunch bags are lined up like ducks in a row. So begins another year. A year of firsts and lasts. A year of promise and possibility. Of falls and scrapes and do-overs. And while we may never be fully prepared for what is ahead, I’ve got this #BTS prep thing down to an art.
*runs off to make banana split*