True confessions? I am sooo done with summer vacation.

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.)