Here’s what happens when you take a little break, voluntary or not, from blogging.
I have things to say, but then I think well maybe I should say something else, or tell this story, or not, or tell that story, but maybe I should go start the laundry instead, or wait I’ll vacuum since I’ve not done that in weeks, or no wait I’ll unpack a few more boxes(still doing that, yes), no I’ll check Facebook! that’s what I’ll do, then Instagram, and then Twitter, then no I’ll just eat breakfast and hang out with #3, who’s still here with me.
Then I think I’ll tell a few back-to-school tales, but then I realize my heart is a little broken because the house is quiet as the older two are already back, in 2nd and 1st grade and that’s a Really Big Deal to have the Little Prince who still snuggles lovies and puts them in costumes and talks in imaginary languages in the FIRST grade. As someone who traditionally has been a bit of a summer hater, to have this feeling, this pit in my stomach because they’re not here, that’s new. Usually I feel like I’ve sprouted wings when they go back to school, like if they stayed at home one.more.day, we all might disappear into a cloud of derision and dust, poof, vanish, gone.
There’s plenty to keep my mind occupied, no doubt, plenty of stuff that I’m putting off doing though I should be doing it-one look at my house or the shelves in the studio will tell you that. But I’m feeling the inevitable, the old clichés, the they grow up too fast, the just one more minute, the hey my oldest kid is about to turn eight and when the heck did that happen?, the maybe I should’ve homeschooled? (When I get to that last one I have a bit of a reality check), and I think I just have a little bit of the end-of-summer-back-to-school-end-of -the-olympics blues.
I still can’t believe he’s about to be 8 though.
In other news, today is my Mom and Dad’s anniversary, so Happy Anniversary to a wonderful couple!
Hope yall had a great weekend and are enjoying the last days of summer!