We had no idea when we transitioned to the new daycare that not only would we find all of that but that we would find an extension of our family in the teachers and directors of the early learning center.
As I think about the things we have not done yet this summer or things we have started but not finished (like redoing the girls’ bedrooms or figuring out what to do with the crocked path on the side of our house)… the end of summer blues set in, and I realize I have two weeks to left to finish my summer bucket list. Not happening.
Oh boy. I’ve got the end of summer blues and I’ve got them bad.
This summer we are doing, well, not much. We really have nothing to do. Literally. And IT IS GLORIOUS.
It may seem like a small thing. Jumping into a crowded pool. But to me is was huge. All of me exposed. Cellulite and all. For everyone to see. Including the one person there who mattered: my daughter. She was the one that mattered. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize this.
My once tight, tiny body now has stretch marks and loose skin that covers my stomach and hangs where the umbilical hernia once poked through. And, since I am not only a mother— I am also a wife and a woman—naturally, I want to look attractive and sexy on this vacation.
I have to be super stay-at-home-mom, not just regular great stay-at-home-mom. Just don’t make me stay at home…
Being crazy busy is not the norm I strive for, but sometimes, sports happen.
So you know when people build things up so your expectations become huge and then you actually do/visit/see what was built up and it falls REALLY short of expectations? Yeah, well I’m not sure if that’s what happened in this situation or if there were other things at play – or if as I always say, it is what it is.
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