Rolling, rolling, rolling.

This post is really not about my guys going off-road on segways. Though they did. And they had a fantastic time. This was at Smuggler’s Notch in Vermont. We also swam, hiked, and ate. Oh, and we did nothing.

Nothing. That was the part I liked best. Because it’s so rare that we get to do nothing.

Okay, truthfully, that entailed reading and talking and hanging out. So it’s not really nothing, it’s something I crave. And it’s when we really connect. These are the times I love the most. And I think these are the times I’ll remember always. ‘Cause when we’re all together with no pressure and no schedule, it’s just so relaxed and happy.

And that’s what I love about summer.

While it’s true that I worked a lot this summer, there were lots of times when I stopped and we all played BananaGrams or Quiddler or watched a movie all snuggled up. And so…

As summer ends, I feel it. The nagging at my stomach. The sweat and fear. The dreaded….

And worst of all….

The 7am bus.

Now, I don’t mean to be crabby, but to have a kid out the door at 6:45 means breakfast at 6:30 at the latest. That means alarm at 6:00.

I’m often up at 6:00 anyway. But it’s different when it’s expected. And sure, my kids are old enough to make their own lunches (they do) and make their own breakfasts (they do) and clean up their dishes (they do), they are not so big that they don’t want their mom to talk to in the morning, to have some love and support, and…

blah, blah, blah. You get the picture. It’s just part of the deal.

So I know a lot of you are psyched that your kids are going back to school.

Not me.


2 thoughts on “Rolling, rolling, rolling.

  1. I’m an awful mom… Paige catches her 6:37 bus with out any chats from me. Daddy spends about 1 minute with her, but I do not! I really believe I’m not presentable to speak with anyone before 8 AM, including my kid.

    1. I used to be a morning person. Now I can 1/2 fake it. It’d be tough if I didn’t have it in me at all… Now 10pm? I’m no conversationalist, I can tell you that!

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