I don't know what happened to summer. Even though the start to a new school year means an end to summer vacation, I am not nostalgically talking about sweet days gone by today. I mean, yes, we got off to a good start, and we did make some awesome memories. I am thankful for the memories. We were all fired up about less routine, staying up a little later, sleeping in a little longer, and playing outside more. We dove into beach days, pool days, and a few family trips, but somewhere along the way we took a wrong turn. We landed ourselves in a huge, ugly rut. It's embarrassing, but I am willing to own our family's dysfunction junction. Fun in the sun turned into mad in the pad at our house, if you know what I am saying. Sweet summertime was more like mean time. I have been a full-time referee and mediator, and I am exhausted from working overtime. Instead of soaking up some rays, I am burned out. Time off from school for the kids has me feeling like I've been run over by a mack truck. I am sitting here wondering if my kids spent more time in time-out this summer than they actually managed to play outside. Does anyone out there in blog land know what I am talking about or are we the only ones whose lives frantically turned into a crazy nut farm? What happened here people? Somehow the summer wasn't all that it could be. Why?
