So today, I met with my doctor.
Dr: How are you feeling?
Me: Tired.
Dr: What have you been doing?
Me: Well, school ended July 17th. I went to a Sheryl Crow concert in Virginia that night. The next day, I took two kids to get haircuts, and we bought shoes. We also cleared out two closets of clothing to donate. Sunday, we celebrated Father’s day with gardening, cooking a Tomahawk steak with a garlic butter, roasted potatoes, and a fresh salad. We also went to the pool.
On Monday, we went to the outside pool and my 13 year old and I took turns going down the waterslide. Tuesday night three of us pressed through a very tough no corners puzzle and we introduced the youngest to Casablanca. Wednesday of last week, it would have been my dad’s birthday, so I read a book, listened to a mass and made bad puns and we ate ice cream. Thursday, I attended my sixth child’s college orientation. Friday, my youngest went to the library and realized, we needed to get a car if we were to survive our second son’s summer schedule of work and school.
I’d been doing research, so we bought a car. Saturday, we went to the pool. Sunday, we attended mass, dropped off the oldest at the airport for his trip to Austria and held our weekly bagels and bacon breakfast feast. I also started training the sixth in driving. Monday, I decided to slum and spent the day after we returned library books, reading. I admit, I read until just after midnight when I finished. So Tuesday, when I conceded I felt tired…she honestly laughed and suggested I take a few more reading days. I admit, after losing so much of Summer in 2021, we’re trying to throttle the heck out of this one.
Wednesday and Thursday I have a work shop I have to attend online. Friday, we pick up our fifth and first from the airport, and Sunday, I turn 56. Writing may take it on the chin while I try to slow down life, or at least make a bit of summer a bit more restful. If you need me, I’ll be over here, reading another book. And I am going to go on reading, until I’m not tired.