Summer, Slow Down

The glass doors are closed as I sit, looking at my computer screen.  The dog is at my feet. Sleeping.

I glance over and see they are watching Sponge Bob or The Lego Movie (again) or a Full House rerun.

They take breaks from it to read (usually forced by me) or to practice math or for K, alphabet writing.

Re-entry from vacation is hard and today is their father’s birthday so I need to bake a cake.  And a requested lasagna.

I am not wearing a bra.  I should have taken the dog for a walk before it got too hot.

It’s very hot this week.  The forecast shows no rain.

 

 

I sip my second cup of coffee.  I remember I need to call my doctor’s office about something but I procrastinate.

I need to order the kids’ school supplies…

I need to do a lot of things.

We head for one last summer jaunt to the beach, with family in a couple of weeks.  I’m looking forward to it but then, the next week.

School!

Already!

So I kind of want time to slow down.

Part of me wishes I could rewind, and go back to Florida…

 

The ceiling fans on the porch continue to go ’round and round.  I feel my heart beat in my chest.

A child comes in and asks for a snack.  I smooth her hair with my hand, thinking I need to brush it.

I check Facebook.  Some of my friends are in NYC for BlogHer.

I’m not going this year and I get a little sad.

But not as sad as I was 2 years ago when I almost did not go…

I pick at my cuticles for a minute and adjust the way I am sitting in my chair.

Such bad posture.

 

I look out of the office again and now they are building a fort.  My sofa will not see a regular set-up until school starts again.

And that’s okay.

I realize I do not hear the birds outside, even this time of day is too hot for them.  I’m sure they are hiding in the trees, in the shade somewhere.

Maybe we should go to the pool…