Where did you go?
It just occurred to me that I've been waiting for months for you to start!
You were going to start when I got back from RT, but there was that whole flu bug thing that about killed me. And then there was the kid's getting out of school, followed by their recital rehearsal, mixed in with two trips to San Diego for Chicken.
I mean, you couldn't start then, right?
Then we had to drop Zoomboy off at the airport, and the dash to San Francisco-- we couldn't very well have summer without Zoomboy, could we?
And he's back now! Yay! And we have performances at the state fair, and then mom has to dash away for a week, just a week, not so very long, right?
And I'll be back! And Dad will be back! and we can start then! You, me, the kids, time at the pool, nothing hanging over our heads…
Except soccer season, which starts in August, and school which starts August 14th.
Oh, Summer-- I feel as though you came to visit, and we were all so busy we didn't see! Your weather has been mild, and you've been ready for us to play, but when? When can we play with you when we're all scattered our separate ways?
I"m sorry, summer. I am well aware we don't get too many of you, especially when the kids are young. I solemnly swear that I'll spend time at the pool with the children when I get home--will it be enough? Will two weeks solid be enough? Will it count? Will it matter that I'm an entire book behind on my schedule, because I've been trying to squeeze you in?
I know one thing, summer.
Next time you come to visit, I want to remember you. I want more outings, and a trip to the beach. I am not pleased with the way you've just flown through our lives.
We need to take the time to appreciate you and that's all there is to it.
I promise, summer. There will be a time when we can make this work. Cross my heart--I swear.