If you know me at all, then you know that summer is my season. Sunshine, trips to the beach, no fingertips turning white because I have Reynaud’s Syndrome (unless the A/C in a restaurant/store is over-achieving), cooking every meal on the barbecue, being able to run outside, buying fresh fruit at the local fruit stand, skies that are blue instead of grey, and so forth.
This summer is all of the above, and is also kicking my arse. I had July “off” of work, except for my freelance work (which is actually quite time consuming)(Not complaining.)(At all). July, and the start of August, was wiped away by camp and a girls’ road trip, our annual jaunt to Cannon Beach, and my fifth BlogHer.
I have the first world problem of having too much work to do (Teaching work, freelance work, and contract work for my friend in Alberta)(Yay! Income!). Matthew is swamped with planning for the fall and is equally as busy. We’re both feeling a bit of pressure on our chests to GET STUFF DONE and to KEEP OUR KIDS ENTERTAINED and to also ENJOY SUMMER.
We share these three kids who aren’t back to school for another three weeks and with whom we want to spend time with and go to the beach with and just be with. We’re doing our best to strike the balance between work and play, but some days we fail. Miserably.
I hate to say it, but I miss the routine of the school year. I have seven hours a day to get work done while the kids are at school, and then I am free to give them one hundred percent of my attention. (Okay, seventy-five percent. Who am I kidding?) In my perfect world, we would have the routine of school and the weather of summer. If only we could move Canada down south. (Moving to America is not an option. I love a number of Americans, but America scares me a little.)
The next three weeks will fly by – it’s that horrible thing that time does – and then we’ll be in the throes of the school year (and soon, winter) and then I’ll be pining for the days of summer.
So, for now, I will soak up summer the best I can and enjoy every moment. I’ll just follow my kids’ example, for they seem to know how to do just that.