At this point in the summer, I feel depleted. And then I feel guilty for feeling depleted, for wishing it away, for failing to take full advantage of every! single! minute! Nine times out of ten, especially during summer, I am in favor of shrugging off the tiredness and the mess to embrace the action and the fun. But that takes its toll, and I honestly wouldn't mind another rainy day or two here and there in the mix for August, days where I can legitimately declare we're "being cozy" for the day: bake, read, play, nap, clean, rest. In looking back at July, I can see why I'm feeling so tired. It's been jam-packed:
::catching minnows
::learning to dive
::sittin' on the dock of the bay
::loving the sunshine on Lake Michigan
::stripping down to undies to splash in the water
::fireworks
::fishing
::sparklers
::boating on Walloon
::Brandi Carlile at Meijer Gardens on a hot summer night with old friends
::backyard art
::tennis
::Anthro shopping and sunglass-trying-on
::backyard smores
::boogie boarding
::morning play time
::a piano concert that rocked
::gazpacho for lunch
::a rare unplanned Saturday night
::getting taller by the minute
::post-library book dump
::pool
::slushies on a hot afternoon
::family trip to get frozen yogurt with (ahem) interesting toppings
::morning snuggles in our bed
::after-dinner sprinkler action
::popsicles
::cousins for dinner . . .
. . . and watching the Olympics together before sleepover bedtime
. . . and swinging at the park bright and early the next morning
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
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