rush hour

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

  1. Jo Beaufoix says:

    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

  2. holly says:

    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!

  3. sybil law says:

    Try going without electricity. It’s a fucking party! hahaOh God. I still cannot believe I have power.Everything else is just gravy.:)

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