Written by Shawna Wingert of Not the Former Things
I remember summer vacations so well.
When I was a child, summer break meant eating way too many popsicles, not having to get up in the morning, swimming for as long as I wanted, impromptu trips to the lake, and absolutely no real plans.
The summer break of my youth was glorious.
The summer break of my children? Not so much.
When we first began homeschooling, I had big plans for the last day of school. We had a party. We took pictures. We discussed all that we had learned that year. It was a great day.
Then the next day came.
The first day of our summer break.
I was looking forward to doing nothing. I was looking forward to sleeping in. I was looking forward to less structure, less requirements, and less planning.
My children, however?
They were grumpy, out of sorts, and fighting constantly.
They were like different children, and not in a good way.
And then the next day came, and the next, and the next.
Our first summer break as a homeschooling family was our worst.