The Myths of Summer (Lies, if you will…)

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!!!!

Evidence:

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.