I have a love/hate relationship with summer. After a cold and gray Midwestern winter, I love to ditch the over-bundled look. I love to go grocery shopping without pushing my cart through a layer of sludge. I love to not have to wear make-up to avoid the pasty white girl look. I love not getting everyone up and out the door by 7:30. I love not having to wash lunch boxes every night.
I hate being hot and sweaty. I hate chasing wayward children three different directions. I hate breaking up 372 cat fights per day. Most of all, I hate being the only entertainment source other than the Fresh Beat Band.
I don't dislike my kids. . . .well, most days. I don't hate being a SAHM. I think what alot of what I actually hate, is the loss of privacy and quiet time. I need my space and peace to maintain some sense of equilibrium. I need to be able to complete a thought, a meal, or even a trip to the loo without 46 questions. I think that is part of why I have started running. It's is my own little world. . .only I'm hot and sweaty and there are no cocktails there.