I just came across this quote in a MOPS booklet. It can’t hit truer right now. As kids start back to school today, I can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief knowing that we will soon be into our fall rhythm. Next week, lil K starts a pre-k one day a week. I will consistently work once a week. We have a weekly music class and a bi monthly moms group. It’s all consist and predictable. I thrive on consistency.
I like to pretend I’m a go with the flow girl. And I am, somewhat. But give me a list or a schedule and I’m on fire. Summer, even without kids in school, still throws me for a loop. Because the American life revolves around a “school” year and a “summer”. Even if you work 5 days a week, all year long, you still yearn for vacation and time off during hot months. TV shows take a summer break. Hollywood releases “summer blockbusters”. Extra curriculars (dance, gymnastics) end for the “year”. You get the idea.
Add a brand new baby into the mix and I was all out of sorts these few hot months. At this point, lil K and I have moments where we’ve had enough of each other. And that’s ok. It’s too hot to go outside. We both love the sunshine and fresh air. Her brother needs attention. She says, “Do you have to feed him again?” I get it. We’re are over this summer thing.
I’ve run out of creative juices. We’re surviving in this August abyss. Everyone is alive and well, but the hearts in this house will certainly be happy for our September rhythm to return.