The end of summer is around the corner--on a cool day like today it's almost palpable--and it totally sucks. I am absolutely against it.
To all those people who love to trill, "Summer doesn't really end until late September and the weather that month is so glorious!" I say, "Bite me."
Summer ends when school begins. Period. The end.
I love summer. Yeah, I know everyone says how much they love it, but I really, really do. Like really. As in I despise winter with every particle of my being; I believe autumn is a mere prelude to certain agony and is only made bearable by Halloween; and while spring is often lovely (but just as often winter lite), it makes me antsy because I just want summer to hurry up and get here already.
So, yeah: REALLY.
I will miss this. |
By mid-August, it's true that many SAHMs are counting the minutes until they can pack their little (or not so little) ones onto the bus and finally BREATHE. Hear themselves think. Finish a cup of coffee while it's still hot.
I will super-duper miss this. |
Luckily, I have freelance work lined up. Otherwise the situation at our house would be Code Red by Columbus Day.
But there will still be times when I won't know what to do with myself.
I will be restless.
I will have time on my hands to ponder the reality that my kids growing older means so am I.
I will pine.
I will cry.
And then I will breathe deeply. I will listen to my thoughts as I finish my hot coffee.
And it will be okay.
Hot coffee is more enjoyable when summer is over. Not really enough to look forward to tho.
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