Summer must end

ImageI don’t know about you, but there comes a point in life when I crave routine.  July and August are luxuriously lacking in structure for me and the boys.  Meals come at odd times and both nights and mornings are much later than usual.  We seem to use a lot of gas – for the grill and the family wagon, and I feel like I am constantly watering the flowers, which are beginning to mirror the boys own legginess after a summer of sunshine.

Things have definitely grown, including me.  For the past few weeks I’ve been feeling like an overripe fruit from too much wine and ice cream.  I miss my gym schedule. Running has been challenging in recent weeks because of a persistent discomfort in my glute/tailbone that just won’t quit and I am hoping that a combination of decreasing my mileage and a change in the humidity level, may help get me back on my game.

The change in the seasons is an inevitable part of life, but this particular transition is the one I find most difficult.   Two months of essentially being lazy is about to come to an abrupt end as we ratchet it up for what I consider to be the most hectic time of the year.   My family of four will be spending their days in a total of 5 different school buildings where we will each need to adjust to new schedules and school year activities.  If I think too much about it, I honestly hyperventilate a little bit, but I try to remind myself that we’ll figure it out because we always do.  We’ll be fine.

Life is all about beginnings and endings.  Sometimes these chapters are easily defined by the calendar, at other times one must rely upon an internal gauge of when the time has come to make personal changes. While I am sorry to see summer end, fall in upstate New York can certainly be pretty spectacular, right?  Apples, riotous foliage, and birthdays are all part of autumn that I love to celebrate.  I’ve also learned that the years go by far faster than I ever imagined which means Summer ’13 is practically around the corner.

I think one more trip to Tastee Freeze will make more of a difference to my mental state than to my waistline, so it’s one last ice cream for dinner night for me.  Hot fudge and butterscotch.

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