The school year is almost over and summer vacation is right on our heels. I am arming myself with positive self-talk (‘you can do it!’/ ‘they may steal your energy but never your soul!’ / ‘it really is five o’clock somewhere!’), signing the boys up for a myriad of day camps and activities and my personal favorite, good old-fashioned denial.
Ready or not, here summer vacation comes.
I have noticed that Full Speed has cranked up his hyperactivity quotient (I honestly didn’t know this was humanly possible) as his first grade year draws to a close. I still find it hard to believe that he holds himself together in the classroom. His teacher insists he is very well-behaved. I imagine even the best behaved kids are prone to losing it as the excitement of summer fills the school. I worried for his teacher because if he was acting this out of control at home, what would he be like at school?
“Full Speed, do I need to call your teacher? Does she need to know you are way too hyper today?” I ask.
He snaps to attention. “No, Mom. I know what self-control is. Sometimes I really want to be hyper at school but then I just don’t.” His serious expression told me he was telling the truth.
Guess he’s saving up all his hyperactivity for summer vacation and for me.
I have no response to this because in my mind, there is no summer. It’s the only way I’ll survive until the fall.