I love summer. Weeks before the last day of school, I begin anticipating the long stretch of time when the kids and I will all be home together. I look forward to it every year. \u00a0It is a little reprieve from the usual routine. \u00a0People can sleep in. We can wake up in the morning and decide what we are going to do that day. We are not bound by a schedule. \u00a0There are no lunches to pack and buses to catch. \u00a0There is not homework to do. \u00a0We slow down. It is good for my soul. I woke up last Friday morning eagerly anticipating the first day of summer. \u00a0It was going to be a great day. \u00a0I could feel it. I slept in a litte later than usual, because it was summer. \u00a0I poured my cup of coffee and relished in the fact that two of my children were still sleeping. The house was peaceful. \u00a0It was good. \u00a0My heart was filled with summertime bliss. The other kids woke up and breakfast was served. We were off to a great start. \u00a0For a few seconds. \u00a0And then the demands started. \u00a0And the arguing. And more arguing. I wanted to yell, "Don't you realize this is the first day of summer?! \u00a0You are ruining this moment! \u00a0This is my time, people!!" \u00a0But, we all know I couldn't do that. If I would have done that they would have looked at me like I was crazy. Really, this was their time wasn't it? Their summer vacation. \u00a0They would have thought I had gone a little batty. \u00a0So, I refrained from yelling about my summertime bliss\u00a0that they were destroying with each "That's mine!" \u00a0"Don't touch that!" \u00a0"That's my seat!" \u00a0and so on and so forth. We ate our breakfast and went about the day. \u00a0The arguing was not going to stop me from enjoying this much anticipated first day of summer. \u00a0No way. No how. This day was going to be fabulous. And then, the moment when I wished I had Take-Two happened. You know the\u00a0thing that says "Scene" and "Take" with the little arm that drops\u00a0down to signal that what just happened was horrible and you need to start over. That thing. \u00a0I needed that thing. I wish someone would have stepped in and yelled, "CUT! We need to start this scene over from the top! \u00a0Let's go back to the moment before this woman lost her mind and reacted like a five-year old." Honestly - calling myself\u00a0a\u00a0five-year old may be a little generous. The\u00a0moment began when I walked around the corner into the family room where I found my son and daughter sitting next to a pile of papers they had ripped out of a coloring book. \u00a0The papers were crumbled and covered with pencil holes. \u00a0Someone went to town on these pages and there was not any evidence that actual coloring had taken\u00a0place. \u00a0It was more like a coloring book mutilation. And it was my coloring book. My beautiful coloring book that I had received as a gift for Christmas. \u00a0The one I had taken with my daughter on our date to Starbucks. The one I had taken with my sister and my kids when we went out coloring. \u00a0My fabulous coloring book. \u00a0It was all mine. \u00a0And now it was in pieces on the floor. They had their own coloring books! Why did they need to go Freddy Krueger on mine?! So what did I do when I saw my beautiful coloring book mutilated on the ground? \u00a0What any reasonable mom would do I am sure. \u00a0I yelled about how you cannot destroy things and especially things that don't belong to you. And then I asked them how they would feel if that happened to them? \u00a0All very reasonable. And then - it\u00a0happened. I saw one colored picture on the ground. \u00a0I picked it up and looked my kids in the eyes and ripped the picture into pieces. \u00a0Just like that. \u00a0Beautiful artwork - destroyed. Take that kids! \u00a0An eye for an eye. As soon as the ripped papers hit the ground, my daughter started crying and my insides started turning. \u00a0I felt a little bit sick as I looked down and thought, "What in the world did I do that for?" Can I please get a "CUT!" \u00a0Can someone right this wrong? \u00a0My reaction was no different than a child's would have been. \u00a0I was mad they destroyed my book - so I was going to destroy something, too. What happened to the first day of summer I had been dreaming of? I picked up the pieces of the coloring page and found the tape. \u00a0Piece by piece I put the picture back together. \u00a0I handed it to my daughter and told her how sorry I was. \u00a0I explained that mommies\u00a0make mistakes too, and that I never should have treated her beautiful artwork that way. \u00a0I told her just because someone hurts us, it doesn't make it okay to try to hurt them. I told her I was wrong. We hugged and she told me she forgave me. \u00a0I forgave her. We all make mistakes and there are no Take-Twos\u00a0in real life. \u00a0I guess it's how we handle those moments when we have done something that makes our insides turn that really matters. \u00a0I know I have learned my lesson and I think my daughter learned hers. I talked to a friend that day and she said, "Well, the summer can only get better from here." She was right. It has gotten better. This week has been a great week. Summertime bliss is upon us. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Jennifer Thompson is a stay-at-home mom of four spunky, sweet, kind and sometimes a bit wild children. She has a passion for the written word and thinks libraries and bookstores are the coolest places ever. When not hanging out with family or writing, she can be found enjoying a good cup of coffee, running, spending quality time with friends, working on some type of project around the house, planning the family\u2019s next trip to her favorite destination \u2013 Walloon Lake, Michigan, or very possibly \u2013 reading a book. Jennifer\u00a0enjoys writing about her parenting experience and outings with her children for Indy\u2019s Child as a freelance writer and blogger and also keeps a personal blog,\u00a0www.trulyyoursjen.com, that she has fun writing when time allows.