I’m sorry, but did I just look up and notice that it is JULY EIGHTH? Because I don’t know how that happened. See, summer was supposed to have just started and suddenly it’s almost mid-July. This is surprising because I think today was the first day of summer that I have had more than three uninterrupted hours in a row to just be.
Obviously I used said uninterrupted hours to unpack boxes, but still, they were there.
This summer has been really busy and exhausting. It seems as if every time I think I have an afternoon free, some new responsibility that has to be taken care of right away arises.
At the end of every week, I have told myself, “Next week. Next week is the week things calm down and normalize.” I think I might finally have been right.
I’ve managed to start running again. My daily to-do lists are manageable. My new house is largely unpacked. My old house is rapidly becoming not my responsibility. My kids and I are finding our groove with camp and job and volunteering and babysitters.
We have even found time to play in sprinklers in our backyard.