It’s been an odd summer in many ways. We started out strong, but then Lucky died. That quickly spun into this three week disaster of Sam not sleeping at all night and only sleeping during the day, which effectively killed any homeschooling/summer adventures we had planned. Then we got Elizabeth Mocha Latte Tallulah Boo Cohen, and quickly realized that having a sort-of-not-really housebroken baby puppy meant that we were doing that for the rest of the summer.
Despite all of that- it was still a really lovely summer. Marc started his new job at the beginning of June, and there were six weeks of absolute hell, in terms of his schedule. But it’s gotten significantly better. Even when the schedule was a disaster, he was so much happier and lighter and more relaxed. It’s a job that’s incredibly demanding on a physical and mental level, but it’s hard in ways that he’s super good. He’s successful at it, and still has time to eat dinner with us a lot of the time. That – more than anything – has led to an overall sense of family well being.
Jessie had her week in Boston, and worked her little butt off all summer on her homework for high school. She’s finished with the tough stuff now, and reading a Harry Potter book for fun. She’s thriving – she’s just this gorgeous, focused, and fun kid – if this is what high school looks like, I like it a lot.
Sam and I are still working on homeschooling. The summer hasn’t been as productive as I would have liked, but he’s still learning and growing. We’re plowing ahead in science, history, and math, and he’s continuing with his audio book obsession. I’m looking forward to the next year – I love homeschooling, and I think it’ll continue to be the best choice for us. For him.
My Julie is probably the one going thru the most change right now. She’s growing up a lot, assuming more personal responsibility, taking on a more active and vocal role in the family. She’s the little one, the baby, and it’s not always easy or fun to be in that place. She and Jessie squabble all the time, and it’s frustrating because it seems as though they’re the same person, arguing the same point, just separated by seven years. There are times when I’m wishing that school would start up, just to get them separated for a few hours.
Summer is winding down, and I’m looking forward to fall. Pumpkins and apple picking, sweaters and sneakers, and hopefully some down time, some weekends when we’re all home and chill, and nights when we’re all together and happy.