Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth.
All of a sudden, the end of summer loomed and I still had projects around the house, back-to-school shopping, a quick trip, and writing to squeeze in. I’m still trying to catch my breath.
But I’m so happy to get back to my normal schedule.
During the summer, everything just seems a little – off – if you know what I mean.
Of course, each summer has it’s flavor. Some summers have been nothing but a constant struggle to keep the kids from attacking each other. Last year, the girls went through several weeks where they got along so well, my husband suggested they should visit the doctor because they must be ill. I think he jinxed it, because soon after that they had an argument and it all went to hell.
Then, there were the busier-than-usual summers. Long trips to Canada or the Thousand Islands or the Adirondacks. Or the summer we gutted the bathroom in our old house and had to live with Grandpa for awhile. Not fun with little ones, but definitely memorable. Our annual summer trips with my sister-in-law’s family have stopped because now her two sons both have jobs. I do miss those trips.
Children grow up and times change.
This summer, once the kids were out of school, I was surprised by how well the days went. I got my writing done first thing in the morning while the kids slept. My youngest was out the door to play with friends after breakfast and I barely saw her much of the day. The oldest hung around the house more, but she had friends over and, when they weren’t raiding the fridge and freezer, were watching videos and playing video games and, once – gasp – cleaning her room!
We really couldn’t afford to go on any extended trips this year. My husband and I took a couple day-long jaunts, just the two of us, which were lovely. The girls and I went with my mother and nephew to my parents’ place in the Adirondacks for a couple days, which was a decidely un-restful trip, for sure.
Then, half way through the summer, my youngest stopped hanging out with her friends as much. Thus, the tension in the house increased and the rest of the summer was combative.
Ah, well. So it goes.
My writing suffered a bit as the tides within the house rose and fell. I also got myself lost a couple times but found my way again. Since my last posting of word counts, I’ve added over 7600 words. That puts me at a little over 23000 words for this summer. It’s not what I had planned, but I’m quite happy with what I’ve accomplished.
If nothing else, it’s been my most productive writing summer to date.
Now school is back in session, signalling the beginning of the fall season. My favorite time of the year. Soon, I’ll be watching the skies and smelling the air for that first trace of real autumn.
Should I tell you I’m already planning for our Halloween Party?
How was your summer (or winter, as is the case for my friends in the southern hemisphere)? Were you as productive as you had planned? Or did Life throw you some curves?