It’s been a fabulous summer. And I know I’m going to regret saying this, but I’m done. Like, Stick a Fork in Me, I am done.
This is the first summer in eleven years where our kids are old enough to do things AND I’m not recovering from school (attending, not teaching.) It’s the first summer where the Hubby and I have been able to do things together, as a family, due primarily to job changes we made last year.
It’s been glorious, but it also has been the Summer of the Guest. Either we were the guest or we had the guest. As a result, I’m counting done the weekends until school starts and things slow down again.
Until then, this is me: