I simply cannot believe there was a time in my life where I blogged multiple times a week. Becks was small and confined and napped a whole lot. Now, he's big and active and wears himself out by 7pm (and me!) with no nap. By the time he's in bed, I want to do mindless activities. Like nothing.
One of the best parts of our new home is that it's located in an actual neighborhood. WITH KIDS! They're everywhere, so Becks has other little people to occupy him. It also means that the windowpanes on my door are smudged up with kid prints and my doorbell is constantly ringing. It's kind of nice.
If summer were a handful of dollar bills, I'd feel like I already spent quite a few on pre-planned trips and meetings and things that need to be done before August rolls around and school is back in full swing. Just today - less than a week after closing down the building for the year - we had a professional development. Totally the last thing I wanted to with one whole day of my summer vacation. And, with this past weekend being a whirlwind of holiday activities, I feel like summer hasn't even officially begun.
Maybe tomorrow, when I'm drinking my coffee before my sleepyhead wakes up...and B is at work...and we have absolutely nothing on the agenda...maybe then I'll feel like summer is official. Maybe when I can prepare a nice, homemade dinner and have it on the table when B comes home...maybe then it will feel like summer. Or maybe it will be when I'm at the pool, reading an actual paperback, and Becks is splashing away...maybe then it will feel like summer.
Until then, I'm going to pop a readymade pizza in the oven, open a Summer Shandy and call it a day :)Follow my blog with Bloglovin