Slippery, Sleepy, Summer
What is it about summertime that makes it slip so sneakily past? Here I am, one and a half weeks before school starts, and I feel like I haven't done ANYTHING.
Okay, I know I went to Mexico at the beginning of the summer. So that's something. But what about all that writing and submitting I told myself I was gonna do? What about all those walks to the park with my kids or steamy afternoons spent at the lake?
Sure we've done some of that, but not nearly as much as I had planned on.
Blame it on the rain. There has been more than usual this summer.
Blame it on the gas prices. They have kept us home more.
I know the truth, though.
Summer was wasted away on LAZINESS. Late lazy mornings spent lounging liesurely like lumps of lard.
Tomorrow begins the last (full) week of summer break. I am going to make it memorable.
Okay, I know I went to Mexico at the beginning of the summer. So that's something. But what about all that writing and submitting I told myself I was gonna do? What about all those walks to the park with my kids or steamy afternoons spent at the lake?
Sure we've done some of that, but not nearly as much as I had planned on.
Blame it on the rain. There has been more than usual this summer.
Blame it on the gas prices. They have kept us home more.
I know the truth, though.
Summer was wasted away on LAZINESS. Late lazy mornings spent lounging liesurely like lumps of lard.
Tomorrow begins the last (full) week of summer break. I am going to make it memorable.