Two weeks left.
I don’t think this summer flew by. I think it went by at a reasonable rate. It wasn’t necessarily a summer I’d like to do again – but it got the job done. We’re in a much better place, all around, than we were in May.
I’m excited about the fall, I’m looking forward to easing into home schooling with Sam. I’m happy about Jessie starting eighth grade, and I’m cautiously excited about Julianna starting first grade. I feel like she’s going to end up coming home with me eventually as well, because I feel like homeschooling is going to go so well – but for now, she likes the idea of going to public school and seeing her friends.
I want apple picking and homemade chocolate chip cookies. Hot chicken soup and cuddling up under a blanket. I want the dog to stop shedding so much. I crave structure and stability and routine. I want high holidays and halloween and Thanksgiving.
I’m ready for the end of summer, not in a bitter oh-this-summer-was-horrible kind of way, but in a this-summer-filled-it’s-purpose-and-now-I’m-done.