I have a love/hate relationship with summer.
I’m so grateful to have two children who can’t get enough of the sun and the water. I feel fortunate to be members at a beach club with endless activities on the sand, in the ocean, and in the pool. I also feel lucky to live on a block with a bunch of kids who play until we drag them inside for bed. But I’m so stinking exhausted!
Every day is different, so a routine is non-existent. Boredom isn’t possible…ok, that’s good. But it’s also the worst part, because I get anxious without a routine.
Plus, I’m the stay-at-home parent, so I’m the cruise director on this long vacation. (Ironically, I’m not doing a lot of “staying at home”). MUST. PLAN. ACTIVITY. That’s my mantra. If the weather is nice, I must take the opportunity and get them outside. Well, the weather has been perfect for almost the entire summer! Can I get a rainy day around here?!
Then I look at my pictures from the last couple of months.
And then I love summer.
Am I the only one who finds herself regretfully wishing the summer away?