So yeah, summers here and the craziness has begun - am I the only one who dreads this season? Maybe dread is too strong a word, but honestly...it's a struggle. Everyone around me is waxing poetic about how great their summer break is going to be and how they are so excited for lounging around the pool, lazing the days away and I feel like I can't breathe at the thought of it all. I am a routine-loving, schedule-keeping, task-doing momma and summer is just NOT the season for that type of ambition. Add in the fact that I melt at any temperature above 80* and we have a recipe for (potential) disaster.
I'm not sure how exactly, but every year summer break sneaks up on me. Maybe it's because it's sandwiched between graduations, weddings, lamb show and Memorial Day campouts but it seems like we're cruising through our school day routine - and one day BAM! it's the last day of school and we all lose our minds. Figuratively, of course :)
Here's the thing - I really want to enjoy summer. I dream of days at the local pool, trips to the library or Wildlife Safari, hiking the falls, swimming at the river, visiting the local produce farms, camping and on & on. I have visions of TV free days spent playing outside, riding bikes, reading books in the hammock and sitting around the fire pit at night....and perfectly behaved lovely kids with clean faces, matching shoes and no fighting. YEAH RIGHT.
I did say I was dreaming. I guess for me, the thing that's hardest about summer is, I gotta let go of the expectations and just make the effort anyway, because honestly - I am the only one that will remember the fights or the messy house in the rearview. My kids will love knowing their crazy, tight-wound, type A momma made an effort to enjoy them for the few months of summer break.
So here's to all the other summer-loathing moms out there! Throw away your list, ignore the laundry and grab an ice cream - it's gonna be a wild ride.