The wait till summer countdown usually begins in the final days of April break. The kids eagerly cross the days of the calendar awaiting that final day when all the notebooks can get tossed into a dumpster. The liberation of my newly crowned eight grader was undeniable. So on the sweltering 100 degree day in July, one would have expected to find us frolicking at a beach or indulging at the Dare Serv. Rather, we were wandering the aisles of Target armed with the printed school supply list buying pencils. What? The circus must have come to town and taken residence in our home. By all counts, our home has lost its normal rhythm. Instead, I have clowns staying up all night, and a mom walking the tightrope. Our schedule that took us all year to master, was thrown out the window overnight. A three ring circus ensues in what was once a well oiled machine. In between lots of photo jobs, endless drives settling kids around town and long road trips to races, the lunacy has become routine. Things that I never seem to waiver from, like this blog and the gym teeter on the endangered list. While i love sleeping in, a cattle prod may be a good purchase to wake help my kids up in the mornings. It may also prove handy in getting my husband detached from the couch during his three week love affair with the Tour de Eternity...oh I mean the Tour de France. Anyone know where to purchase one? The search for school supplies on a hot summer day was a brief yet comforting reminder that our regularly scheduled routine will someday return. When that day comes, we'll miss having breakfast at noon. I hope everyone out there is enjoying their own summer under the big top.
ps...Michael...thanks for the Tour's new nickname.