The realization of that hit my stomach last night with a thud. It was a gut punch of shock.
“But, but, but….” my soul stammered. “I’m not ready! I haven’t relaxed. I haven’t really enjoyed my kids. I haven’t soaked up enough sun. It can’t happen yet.”
And it’s true. True summer delight has eluded me this year. (More on that at my 5 Minutes for Parenting post today.) I’m the worse for it.
To try and plug the dam of regret, I’m going to take the next two weeks and let the blog go dark. (Unless I have something incredibly blog-worth to share. And that might happen. After all, I have plans to go to the Minnesota State Fair next week, and I'm certain that all fairs are blogging gold.)
I have all sorts of writing I need to do; my brain needs a reboot, it seems. And I think I need to do that writing in private. It may get posted on my blog eventually, but the process of the writing needs to be done away from outside pressures.
Also, my parents are coming for a visit next week. (Read: to see the grandchildren). I only get to see G-Dog and J (not their real names) (as if) a few days each year. As much as I love you all – and truly, my favorite thing about blogging is the community that develops – I need to be able to focus the next few weeks on the people in front of me.
That also includes these three.
(Notice how I stealthily snuck in my new favorite picture?)
I’m ashamed to say how often I’ve resisted those sweet smiles this summer. It makes me feel a bit frantic.
But I have the next two weeks. I intend to make them the best two weeks of summer.
See you in September.
