So as most of you know, I am a teacher. I spend most of my year, especially the crazy spring months, saying that “I will have more time for (insert task here) in the summer. I just have to make it to the end of June and I will be a whole new woman. The woman I know I can be!” I truly believe that I will have more time to spend with my kids, more time to clean, organize my home, see friends, read, cook, tan, exercise in the summer. I would like to officially call bullshit on this. The summer is halfway over, and I have not enough to show for it.
Sure, I have read a couple of books. I went to Ottawa and saw my family and some dear friends. I went to a museum or two. Took my kids to the beach in our community. I have even sat down once or twice and played with my own children. But, is my kitchen clean? Is the laundry done? Have I wiped my baseboards? Updated my blog? Have I spent quality time with all my friends? Have I made up for lost time with my kids? Am I less exhausted? The answer is a resounding NO!!!!
I am still tired. So, so, so tired. I have napped. It doesn’t work. I’ll keep trying.
My house is a disaster. Literally. I would rather die than have someone come over and see how I am currently living.
My kids are still guilt tripping me about not spending enough time with them. I went out the other night for a couple of hours for drinks with friends and my daughters were wailing at the door like abandoned orphans. I swear I had just spent the whole day with them!
I have no clean clothes. I had to buy underwear to have clean stuff to wear.
My blog hasn’t seen a new post since April. Sorry to the half dozen people who read it. I love you.
I haven’t seen some friends that I swore I would make time for.
So you see – life in the summer is just as busy as life during the school year. Or maybe I just over-committed and overestimated what summer could mean.
Nope. Summer lied to me.