The summer is over. It’s a good thing, because somewhere around last week I hit the wall.
It’s funny how the wall changes depending on how long summer has been. It’s not a static point of time, this term that precedes wall-hitting. For me it changes according to the number of balls I am juggling and the innate annoyance level of people in my home, which fluctuates wildly.
Take, for example, the two teens in my house. Their annoyance level is usually low, but around Tuesday of last week they suddenly seemed to multiply and took on the space and need requirements of six to eight infants and an equal number of large dogs.
My husband, whose annoyance level is medium to high, was home a lot and this means we got a lot of face time with each other, which is good for reconnecting but bad for my need for personal space. My husband is a champion Personal Space Invader.
And the noise. Oh, the noise.
Every TV in the house was in an on-only mode, backed by the chirp of all the electronics and the hum of air-conditioning. Conversations, questions, doors opening and closing, asking for rides and phone calls saying where-are-you-you’re-one-minute-late and plan-making and general breathing. The breathing, you guys. EVERBODY WAS BREATHING AT THE SAME TIME.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
I barely made it. It’s a good thing summer is over.
When the kids went back to school, I decided to get organized and spent the better part of their first day furiously updating our family calendar with practices and games and back to school nights. It was a labor-intensive job that set my nerves on edge a little bit. I could feel the frantic rush of the school year closing in.
One day into the school year, I started to miss summer a little bit.
I found myself missing the slow days, never-ending sleepovers that end in no sleep at all, stepping outside and hitting a wall of heat, looking forward to vacations at the shore and summer camp. Reading books and binge-watching Netflix and old Disney movies that surface on lazy days. Hanging out on the patio and chatting about everything and nothing in particular until the bugs started to bite.
I wish we had more time to do this stuff.
But of course we will again. There’s always next summer.
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Prompt #1: What did not get accomplished this summer that you wish you had time for?