I get that blogging may be an outdated form of communication, but, frankly, I do it for me. I have missed it in the last year. It serves as a place to dump my thoughts, but it first requires me to organize them in a readable way. Some of my topics are boring, you have been warned.
Summer ends this week. Ok, so not "real summer" with a solstice and all but "functional" summer is coming to a close, meaning kids have to get back to school, meaning I have to get back to teaching said kids, since we homeschool.
I have a love-hate relationship with the end of summer. I love having rhythm to life, which is extremely lacking during the summer months, but I hate having the expectation of responsibility. I love learning new things, but I hate when I have to teach a completely disinterested kids a topic they refuse to engage with. I love fall, but I hate being cold. I love my kids having a chance to hang out with all the school friends (they do an enrichment program each week) but I hate having to be a place at a time with the things.
I will miss swimsuits and lazy days, library time and travel, grilling out and back yard happy hours. I will miss hanging with the family, swimming days at grandmas pool, Sonic runs, bike rides and playing music on the front porch. I will miss popsicles and stories, sprinklers and sidewalk chalk, hanging out with my kids and doing nothing.
I suppose all of the above doesn't quite have to end yet. We will have a couple weeks more, at least, of nice weather. We still have one more camping trip on the calendar. I know all good things must come to an end, if we "summered" all the time, it wouldn't feel nearly as special. I know I don't have a ton of summers left with all my kids at home (6 at most!) and closing this one out reminds me of how quickly time really moves.
Summer ends this week. Ok, so not "real summer" with a solstice and all but "functional" summer is coming to a close, meaning kids have to get back to school, meaning I have to get back to teaching said kids, since we homeschool.
I have a love-hate relationship with the end of summer. I love having rhythm to life, which is extremely lacking during the summer months, but I hate having the expectation of responsibility. I love learning new things, but I hate when I have to teach a completely disinterested kids a topic they refuse to engage with. I love fall, but I hate being cold. I love my kids having a chance to hang out with all the school friends (they do an enrichment program each week) but I hate having to be a place at a time with the things.
I will miss swimsuits and lazy days, library time and travel, grilling out and back yard happy hours. I will miss hanging with the family, swimming days at grandmas pool, Sonic runs, bike rides and playing music on the front porch. I will miss popsicles and stories, sprinklers and sidewalk chalk, hanging out with my kids and doing nothing.
I suppose all of the above doesn't quite have to end yet. We will have a couple weeks more, at least, of nice weather. We still have one more camping trip on the calendar. I know all good things must come to an end, if we "summered" all the time, it wouldn't feel nearly as special. I know I don't have a ton of summers left with all my kids at home (6 at most!) and closing this one out reminds me of how quickly time really moves.
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