This is the post in which I recognize that this truly is the last week of summer for us. We are at the point where we don’t say the two “s” words in our house–we refer to them as swear words. If either of us say them, we cringe and clasp a hand over our mouths and silently wish to rewind to seven weeks ago. Those words– School. And September.
Oh Great. Back to the hum drum. Back to being husbandless for nine hours a day. Back to a routine and heat bills and crock pot dinners.
The pool is officially not swimmable anymore–our shortened swimming season ended even shorter because we took a trip to Florida and well, the weather never quite recovered after we returned and the water slowly started turning green after each neglected day. We only got six weeks out of swim season. Pretty short for the cost to get it up and running this year.
If I’ve ever written a blog post before about how busy I feel that I am, and how I am barely staying above water (and I’m pretty sure I have written that many times), you can actually ignore all of those. Because NOW I am currently at the busiest point ever. In my life. Okay, maybe not EVER, but I think I feel like that. Photo sessions and weddings are flying at me left and right–I am still grateful for the jobs and the income that we need for the summer, since James doesn’t get paid. And I don’t dread the work–I still enjoy it completely. But I think that James is a little overwhelmed in his temporary stay-at-home dad role. Don’t get me wrong–he loves the boys and loves spending time with them. He’s just not quite used to spending SO much one on one time with them while I spend many hours in the office or out shooting sessions.
I try to be encouraging. I can’t tell if it’s harder that I’m actually here in the house working, or if it’s just easier if the working person is gone for eight hours and then returns and is available until bedtime. Thankfully, I DON’T work eight hours a day. But I’m sure to James, it feels like I do.
I don’t mind the first few days of cool weather. Yesterday it was definitely not a warm day. I purposefully kept the windows in the office open so that I had an excuse to drink a hot mug of cafe mocha while cozied under a blanket, editing pictures. My office isn’t completely heated, so I am only going to appreciate the coolness of autumn until the temperature dips below about sixty degrees. Winter editing requires an electric heater on full blast about two feet from my desk. Maybe I should invest in an electric blanket.
As if things weren’t already busy enough, we are taking the boys on another trip this weekend. Carter has never flown in his life, and now he will take two trips in an airplane in the course of two weeks. We’re off to Georgia, to visit my dad and his family for Labor Day weekend. We haven’t visited their house in about six years. I think we’re due for a visit. So out come the suitcases again. Out come the packing lists. The quart sized ziploc bags for our liquids. The stuffing and rearranging and squeezing so that we don’t have to pay for a checked bag. Back to playing hot potato with Carter on our laps in the plane since he doesn’t have his own seat.
Back to craziness. Back to September. Back to routine.
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