I seriously had the greatest summer ever.
I’ve been everywhere and so busy that I cannot believe these three months have flown by so quickly.
I’ve been a terrible blogger and I am shocked you are even still reading this. The truth is that sometimes, blogging feels like a ridiculous outlet…like some type of superficial sense of validation. I’ve really struggled with continuing to blog or not. I don’t ever intend on being a top blog of any type. I think, above anything, I just want to help people. And if it’s not through advice in exercising or diet, than maybe it would be through my life experiences. At which point, my inner self argues, “Nobody cares what you have to say. Everybody would get by just fine without your two sense.”
You would and I realize that. You don’t need me. I don’t need the blogs that I follow either. But the bottom line is that sometimes, it’s nice to know there are other people out there like me, going through similar trials or struggles, and if nothing else, it is (at the very least) a fun way to fill time. Especially as a mom. Sometimes you can feel isolated and for me, when I’m with my friends or actually carrying on an adult conversation, the excitement of a sophisticated interaction can even leave me with little to say. I’m not sure if that makes sense or not, but it’s almost like there’s so many things I want to say or converse about that my mind overloads and I just shut it down and listen. So my blog is a place for me to speak about all the precious thoughts that make their way through my little mind. I’m sure you’re getting excited. (enter sarcasm.)
All that being said, (add more shock that you’re still reading,) summer was great and we definitely made lots of memories. I went on more vaca’s this year than ever before in my 29 years of life, but I am excited to be home for awhile. I was beginning to feel like a gypsy and the fact that I have packing for 5 down to a science is a little disturbing to a homebody like myself.
I felt a little guilty while skimming the status updates on facebook today and all the weepy, “summer’s over,” “I’m so sad my kids are going back to school,” comments. I’m not sad! In fact, I’m ecstatic! Call me a bad mom if you want, but if I have to hear, “I’m bored,” and, “what are we doing after this?” while we are in the middle of doing something fun, one more time, I might just pull out my own hair. Don’t get me wrong-I love my kids, but there’s only so much I can do to keep them entertained and I feel the amount of traveling we have done creates this restless need for them to be constantly occupied and it is driving me nuts. I thought that as the bus rolled away today with my babies on it I would still somehow get a little teary-eyed, but I didn’t at all. In fact, I was excited for them. Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like the first time your child gets on a bus and you know they’re not returning for 8 hours, it’s sad. Not because you will miss them, (which you do the first few days and then joy sets in) but because you realize how fast time is going by and that they are crossing a new milestone in their life, which means you are as well. But after a few years, it just doesn’t feel sad. Maybe I’m too much of a realist (today anyways) but I think kids need that structure. Not to mention going from three kids to one child is a piece of cake. Today was so nice.
So here’s to fall and change:)