Tonight, I find myself sitting on the back deck, watching Alexander play in his sand box, listening to the neighbor mow his lawn. Hoping neither of us will be hit by any flying rocks from their riding mower. A healthy fear.
For the first time in fifteen years, I'm not ready to go back to work. I'm not ready to live life at a frantic, exhausting pace. I'm not ready to field phone calls from parents about schedule changes that should have been requested last spring. I'm not ready to think of ALL the tasks that need to be done before the first day of school. I'm not ready to read all the emails sitting in my inbox. Oy.
And I'm certainly not ready to start shopping for back to school clothes.
What a pity party.
I want the laziness of summer days. I want warm sun on my shoulders as I watch the boys dig in the yard. I want to wake up at 8AM to the pitter patter of little toes as Alexander runs to our room to jump in bed with me. I want to play, play, play and never stop playing.
I want summer to last forever.