Half the Summer I looked ahead to the lazy days of Fall when K would be back to school and I could have some time to myself. When I could nap, luxuriate in quiet, have long lunches or read a book…
What was I thinking? What sort of bizarre dreamland was I living in and how is it even possible that I am ten times busier now than I was weeks ago when I spent all day with a 6 year old shadow?
On those long past summer days we slept in. We ate leisurely breakfasts. We played. We colored. We frolicked and blew bubbles! Now we get up at 6:30 in the morning, scarf down food, rush to get dressed, to make lunches and scramble out the door in an early morning mental fog.
I don’t get to go straight home and relax. No nap time. No long lunches. My task list is ever growing… Oh summer won’t you please come back.
4 thoughts on “rush hour”
I know what you mean. Though I have Misses E and M home right now as they’re ill with bad coughs and colds and have a fever. It’s nice to have them home, but I’d rather it was without the green stuff. ;D
Ditto.I had big PLANS for the fall, but every day speeds by…
summer….fall….winter….it’s all the bloody same to me! get up. go to work. come home. go to bed. oh yeah, the blogging. my life is soooo rich!
Try going without electricity. It’s a fucking party! hahaOh God. I still cannot believe I have power.Everything else is just gravy.:)