I laugh sometimes when I question where my kids get their “bad at transitions” personality type from. Clearly, it’s me. Right now we’re smack dab in the middle of the most awful time of year. When the weather reaches it’s August peak (which this year is strangely cool) half my brain itches to start packing backpacks and stockpiling easy snacks for school lunches, while the other half of my brain screams, “spend as much time at the beach as humanly possible because it’s all over soon!!!”
My brain is quite loud.
Thus, I spend every day in a constant state of near panic that I’m not doing the right thing at the right time. And
This summer, we have the added joy of soccer in our schedule. Yep, I’m officially a soccer mom as all three kids have decided they want to have a go at the old… actually I have no cute phrases for what they’ll have a go at because I know absolutely nothing about the sport except David Beckham. (Really, what else is there to know?).
What I’m learning is that there are a lot of forms and even more checks to write and practice rudely interrupts beach time. So far, I’m not a fan of anything about soccer, except of course for Beckham.
But the kids seem happy to be floating through each phase of these late summer days and I guess, knowing these lazy summers are quickly coming to an end for this busy family, I will take their happiness as my cue to relax and enjoy the days, no matter what they hold. Or how rudely they’re interrupted by soccer.
After all, the beach is better in September, without kids, anyway!
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