Last Day of Lazy Summer

Back in May, I looked ahead to the 4 months of summer that my children would be out of school and wondered, "That's an awfully long time.  What in the world are we going to do?"  The kids and I were busy at first.  We had boxes to unpack, closets and toys to organize, house items to shop for, pools to explore, and the city to see.  Boston and Olivia had two weeks of camp in July, and then the lazy month of August arrived.  We settled into a relaxing routine of hanging out at the house, going to the pool, going to the grocery store, baking, and making dinner.  Not much happened last month, and it was so nice.  Now the lazy summer is ending.

My mom arrives Friday night Dubai time, and my sister arrives sometime on Sunday.  This week I've been preparing for their arrival by washing sheets and towels and making sure the house is spotless.  I want them to feel like my house is a relaxing hotel.  A place where they can throw their cares away and lounge in the soothing guest room that I created.  Is that an oxymoron with 5 year old twins and a rambunctious 2 year old?!?!?  I digress.....once they arrive, we will visit Ski Dubai, the Burj Khalifa, various malls, a Gold Souk, school orientations, mani and pedis, and hopefully a spa.  Not to mention a huge milestone for my twins....the first day of kindergarten also known as KG2 here. 

After that first day of school, there will be no more lazy days around the house.  No more looking at the clock at 9 am and realize that I'm still in my jammies, haven't even eaten breakfast, or *gasp* brushed my teeth.  This greatly saddens me.  Also, my mom and sister have to go home after school starts.  I would love for them to live with me, but alas, they can't.  This greatly saddens me as well.  I'm already worried about homesickness starting when they leave.  I wish I could prolong the summer and continue to anticipate their arrival so I won't have to face the difficult times ahead.  But my logical mind tells me, if you stop time and continue to live in the summer, then you won't ever get to go home.  That is true.  Little steps day by day.  That's how I lived when preparing for this move.  One daaaaay at a tiiiiime, Sweet Jesus.  Yes, you must go back and sing that sentence.  That's what I did when I wrote it.

I'll keep you posted on their visit, the first day of school, and my impending culture shock.  Please pray for us with these events happening.  I have to keep it together for my babies.  They don't need to see their mommy wallowing in the depths of despair when they start school and their Nonna and Auntie leave.  I'll save that for Andy.  He's so lucky!