It’s a short 14 day stretch from here until my three boys return to school and I’m feeling a mix of so many different things. I had better hopes for this summer. There was so much more I wanted to do with my kids, and now there’s no time other than to juggle our schedule, shop for school, and make sure everyone has every item that I check off on their school list. Last summer felt like bliss that went on forever with mild days and so much time swimming at or favorite lake beach. This summer just seemed overwhelmingly busy, like I had no control of it, and so damn hot.
But there was good. And if I brush aside my spite for a moment to let the awesome in, I can see it. There were a few lakeside days in the beginning, camping, lots of icecream, cooking together, family walks/bike rides, and hand holding. We had friends over, many nights of dinner cooked on the grill, tan lines, and weekends packed full.
So I’m not gonna be mad or sour about what wasn’t. Life is to short to hold a grudge against a season. It is what it is, it is what it was. Bring on autumn with its slow singing crickets, warm sweaters, and lazy weekends by the wood stove.