Yesterday, it was June.
I stood in the newly, powerful sunshine and saw throngs of kiddos, including my two, bolting out of school, backpacks chock full to the gills with leftover art projects and other mementos of another year gone by. That night, I fell asleep and woke up to August.
Of course, so much transpired between that last day of school and today, the day I officially realized the calendar read LATE AUGUST. We swam and spent time at the beach, completed some summer homework, read tons of books and frolicked at the library, played with old and new friends, celebrated birthdays, and took a maddeningly intense, 4,000 mile, two week plus road trip through Canada.
Yeah, you could say we were a tad bit busy.
But, we fell short of a few things on our to-do list as well. That fabulous day trip to Boston I hoped to squeeze in? No dice. A quick jaunt to NYC to see a show? Short on time and money. That headstart on holiday and back to school shopping? See NYC trip spoiler.
I’m at that point in the summer where the novelty of kids spending a full three months off from the stringent routines of school wears thin, and the pressing need for structure and reliability begins to swell for the adults and children alike. Most days, our family of four appears one hair away from a collective meltdown of nuclear family proportions. The time to reel things in and start getting prepped for the upcoming school year has arrived in the form of a dire need to switch gears; from sleeping in and lazy breakfasts that bleed into cartoons and long walks around the neighborhood to early wake ups, speedy cereal and quick drives to school.
With my rather lengthy, revised to-do list, I can only hope I find a way to persevere and make the push needed to survive the last slivers and shards of summer.
Here’s to hoping when I wake up tomorrow, it’s not September. Yet.