By the end of the school year, I am looking forward to the summer. I make lists of all the fun summer things we can do… crafts and day trips and projects and games. This lasts about a month, but by the time Lakin’s birthday passes in the middle of July, I have the summertime blues and I am so ready for the summer to be over and the school year to start.
The library is no longer exciting to the girls. It’s too hot to play outside (too hot to play inside, for that matter, since we don’t have air conditioning). The girls’ friends are at the beach, then at Disney World, then gone to some other cool summer vacation spot, all of which are out of our reach. We go to the park, but it’s not nearly as much fun to the girls now as it was in June.
As for me, I am all craft project’ed out. We have melted and reformed crayons, we have knitted, we have made collages, chalk drawings and painted rocks. We have braided hair, dyed our hair in funky colors, and played a billion games of Uno.
And now… I am ready for the school year to begin. I am looking forward to organizing the school supplies, filling up backpacks with sharpened pencils, new crayons and fresh sheets of notebook paper. I am eager for that moment, right about 8:15am on the first day of school, when I come home and all is quiet… the house is silent for the next 6 hours.
I can wash the dishes without “help”, mop the floor without asking little feet to please move, do my grocery shopping without herding cats, and blog during the daylight hours without interruption.
I never remember to fully appreciate that silence and peace, until the middle of summer arrives.
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