I’m feeling kind of bitter right now about how quickly the summer is passing. Why didn’t February fly by this way? Or even March? No, I have to be stuck watching June and July leave contrails in the sky. *sigh*
I’ll be the first to admit that part of my being upset has to do with junior’s formal education looming like a hulking beast on the horizon. Oh I’m thrilled he’ll be in school so they can fill him up with book learnin’ and he’ll have a ton of other kids to play with. But, but…they want all his time. Every day. Last year we took two beach days in September, just he and I, and we had the place to ourselves. It was magical, quite frankly. And now if I want to do that I have to actually pull him out of school! Nevermore will we have just “mama days” and even as I type that my eyes are tearing up so I think I’m just going to not type about it any more. I know it’s not the end of the world. But in some ways, it’s the end of a part of the world.