I think the fun part of summer faded for me when I no longer got to take a couple of months off to enjoy it. I’m not whining. I’m just realizing that an entire summer came and went without as much as a trip to a beach or a day at a pool. Maybe summer is for kids.
Is it a metaphor for life? Maybe.
I like Fall. I’ve always been a fan. The cooler breezes and the changing leaves of the midwest are all more my speed. I’ll always choose jeans and a sweater over shorts and tanks any day. And the fact that the kids…yes kidS – both are in school this year…are back on schedule is surely an added bonus.
I thrive on schedules. I like knowing what’s expected of me and when it’s expected. I like having a pattern. Not only because I’ve got a slight tendency towards the a/r, but because it’s that much more exciting to deviate from it.
Now that school’s in session, the pressure to provide fun is off. Duty is expected. We go to school. We go to work. Weekends are the only glimmer of fun, and I can do that. I don’t mind seeing the sweat inducing days of July and August fading to memory. Brisk bike rides and walks full of leaf stomping are upon us. Sure we have a couple of weeks of heat and sun left, but the end is in sight. Quiet evenings where kids are fast asleep for school will soon replace sprinklers and kids screaming outside until 10pm – the worst kind of screaming, not your kids’ screaming (because you’re smart enough to have your kids inside at that hour), but that of random neighborhood kids.
So, thanks summer. It’s been great. The kids are tan and happy. And I’m ready for the pumpkin patch.
