I went out to weed this morning. I saw this on the ground.
My heart sank.
I know how many of you love fall: the autumn leaves, the sweater weather, the crisp schedule of school days. To you I say … no. No thank you.
Summer is my favorite season. I don’t mind that I have to take three showers a day. I don’t mind that there is no schedule and everybody eats a different lunch at a different time and leaves banana peels by the TV. I don’t mind that the kids’ rooms look like this.
I don’t mind that we eat dinner at 8:30 simply because I was too lazy to start cooking it earlier. In fact, my husband and I wouldn’t eat it at all, except that the kids get hungry. Silly growing boys!
I miss the heat wave we had earlier this summer. Crushing heat is a great excuse to do nothing. It’s too hot to vacuum, or garden, or cook. It's too hot to think or make decisions. You either read by the air conditioner or you go to the town pool. But now that things have cooled off, I’ll have to get serious. After all ... this is waiting for me.
I won't think about it now. It's Labor Day Weekend. I am only going to think about this.
Woo Hoo! Happy (it's not over yet) Summer!