Where did summer go?
I hate when things are over. Anything. Books I love, shows I love, the day, the year, the season- doesn't matter. I don't like endings. When I was having my typical "this-is-horrible-how-can-summer-be-over?" mini meltdown, my friend said, think about the beginning of something new instead of the end of something else. So I'm trying. And I'm figuring out, maybe I just like the middle.
The beginning of the school year is crazy. New kids, names, routines, supplies, tears (not always mine), parents, planners, assemblies- it's a lot. And that's as a teacher. As a mom, I have all of that plus helping my kids get back into their routines. Okay, they do their fair share of helping me get back into routine as well. But, the beginning is hard. The ending is sad. So, I've decided I'm a middle person. By Christmas, I'll feel more settled (after report cards). I will have figured out how to be a mom, wife, teacher, friend, blogger, writer, and person all at once all over again. I'll become good at multitasking again. By March, when Spring Break hits, I'll really hit my stride (again, after report cards and probably during the week of spring break). Then, summer will roll around and even though beginnings are hard, I can handle the beginning of summer. I'm not wishing time away. In fact, I don't want it to zip by. I just want to get to the part where it doesn't feel so incredibly overwhelming to fit everything in. I want to get to the good stuff...the middle. To stay focused on that, I've found some things to prove that I'm not the only one who beleives that the middle is the best part.
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