I’m in full blown summertime blues mode. It is hot. Hot. Hot! Being hot is exhausting, ya know.
When the kids were little, the first week of school signified the end of summer and back to routines, which was always a welcomed event. But, now that the kids are grown, summer doesn’t end until the warm weather ends. And, that seems to make summer last longer every year. I keep swearing I’ll move to a cooler climate or become one of those people who take up work in a different place according to the seasons. It never happens and I doubt it ever will. Gah! I really don’t like summer. At. All!
This past weekend I help my daughter move (again) into their new home. This is their first home (mortgage) since they married two years ago. I know they were tired of apartment life and everything is new and exciting. We spent all day Saturday unpacking boxes and organizing as much as we could in one day. We did finish the kitchen, the clothes, the laundry room and the master bathroom. We made beds and arranged the living room. I’m still very sore and physically tired as this old girl just isn’t use to that kind of activity all in one day.
Sunday was filled with my own house cleaning, grocery shopping, and laundry duties. I’m fully convinced I need a maid. Or a wife. You don’t have to pay a wife. Which I think is just wrong on so many levels. Anyway, I’m ready for summer to be over. I’m ready for cooler days, football weather, regular routines, fall food, and pre-holiday stuff. Ready for some rain. Ready for anything positive to happen. Just sitting on ready.
Oh – and sick of re-run TV. GAH! Summertime….Gah!