I don’t know about you, but the last thing I feel like doing right now is blogging. Last week was easy because I was basically chronicling my every move for the three days I spent at BlogHer. But now that I’m back and spending my days at the pool, herding children and trying to catch up on everything I need to do before Labor Day, I’m feeling decidedly boring. Or bored. No – not really bored with my every day life…but I wouldn’t want to watch a movie about it either.
I’m taking the kids up to NJ for the weekend to stay with my aunt and then we’ll have two full weeks of daily auditory processing therapy for Oliver. While the therapy itself is only 1.5 hours, adding the hour+ commute there and back makes for a rather grueling day. And of course the twins get dragged along for the ride.
As much as I am looking forward to an end to the seemingly endless days, I do feel sad about September. No more afternoons at the pool, no more lazy mornings and no more pretending that my oldest isn’t starting KINDERGARTEN this year. With the bigger bus, and homework, and working with his IEP. Oh how I dread thinking about that IEP… AND that the twins are starting co-op preschool (meaning I’ll probably be there fifty percent of the time). Life will be busier and full of immediate responsibility.
I’ve never been good at standing on the edge. I do best just jumping in. So I think I’ll just spend the last two weeks of summer vacation with my ears plugged and my eyes closed to the impending season of “have to.” I’ll sit in the sun and watch my kids continue to teach themselves how to swim (seriously – they’re doing that) and keep meaning to get to that mountain of laundry folding tomorrow.
It won’t hurt to stay wrapped in my summer cocoon a little longer. To get to the “have to’s” later. Because tomorrow is right around the corner. It’s soon enough. And just because I can, I’ll channel a strong Southern spirit of tomorrow being “another day.”