Caught up in the vastness of summer, I am sitting here with iced coffee in hand trying not to sweat. It’s 10 am and already 80. So today we are going to head to the local swimming hole and pray it’s not a mad mob of people.
The kids were all gone all last week. Consequently it was quiet. And slow. It gave me lots of time to think about not doing stuff. Which is apparently what we need in the busy days of summer. Because there is a certain sort of busyness that a mom of three experiences in summertime. It’s really just my busy season, similar to a retailer’s Christmastime. And since it comes in seasons, it’s all good.