It’s official. My me time is over for the summer.
My 4-year-old finished preschool yesterday. Gone are my mornings of peaceful trips to the grocery store, runs without pushing a 42-pound load, working without constant chatter and quick errands sans the uncooperative appendage dragging behind.
Don’t get me wrong, I love summer. It’s my favorite time of the year. I love having the kids around, lazy mornings hanging out in bed, going to the pool, long evenings sitting on the porch watching them play and especially our weeks at the beach. But there’s always that adjustment period. It takes a bit of time to get used to being together all the time, and finding the balance between work and play.
It’ll only take what seems like a minute, however, before the summer is over. And I’ll be adjusting to that me time again.