The kids go back to school soon, thank goodness. Summer isn’t exhausting the way it used to be when I had toddlers or elementary-school aged children. Nevertheless, having the children around all the time — not to mention a rotating crop of three to ten friends — means that the house is always filled with energy. Energy is great. I wish I had more of it myself. But sometimes having all that youthful energy around, even though they’re so self-sufficient that they’re not usually aiming it in my direction, nonetheless leaves me tired. I miss quiet. I miss calm. I miss the selfish pleasure of having the house to myself, not for minutes here and there, but for hours at a time.
So school can’t start soon enough for me. I am done with summer vacation. (A few overcast, or even rainy, days would be nice too. Just saying.)