Just damn. It's already coming on the middle of July, and the Princess goes back to school on August FIFTEENTH. Um, color me crazy, but isn't that still the heart of the dog ass hot summer? Not the fall. Not even the LATE summer. But still summer. How not fair to have to go back to school in the middle of August. I mean, she's never known different, so I guess to her it's just life, but is it just me or did school actually start in September when we were kids? You know, AUTUMN?
And speaking of summer: that quote about "lazy days" of summer? That's crap. I'm running around like a madwoman. Family trips, campouts, day cares, cheer camps, ballet classes, work, trainings for work, cookouts, the beach, Chicago in two weeks (American Girl store and Cafe....lord help me, it's begun). Now granted, most of this stuff isn't mandatory. We could certainly sit around all summer and go nowhere. No camps, no classes, quit driving all over the dang state, etc. But then we'd whine we were bored. And I feel like since the Princess only gets about two whole months of summer, we should make the most of it: squeeze in as much fun as one family can take.
But all that fun takes a toll. I'm tired. I'm crabby. I'm getting fatter with all the food I eat at these cookouts and campouts and family gatherings. And as much time as I'm spending with my family, I feel like I haven't
really seen my husband all summer long. One date all summer. Which was awesome, but once is just a tease. No babysitters left around here. At least none that will barter a service. Because if you pay what a babysitter charges, you are left no money to go out and take advantage of said service.
Wow. I am crabby. Don't be pissy and post a blog. People will think you're a big fat whiner. That's okay, right now I kinda am.