I adore summer.
Every day this week, I’ve crowed at 4 p.m. “Look! I’m not driving anyone to lessons or practices!”
Everyone has big goals– Xander is teaching himself to play the piano, Gabe is learning Arabic (yes, Arabic), Mary has three sewing projects and the entire Narnia series to tackle. Poor Hans has almost no choice– his free hours are filled with driver’s ed, two online high school classes and a directive to get a year ahead in French so he can join his friends in Level 4 this fall.
Despite his job at the car wash, (Mister Hotshine– makes me laugh every time I see his shirt) Stefan’s goals are a bit different– he’s trying to not work as hard, learning to stay up late to acclimate himself to college life.
And me, I’m letting the house be messy, filling my kitchen table with quilt scraps and dress patterns and devoting myself to an hour of writing a day. I’m taking on less photography in hopes of regaining my creative edge. Can I say it’s kind of amazing? When I follow kids around sweeping up crumbs I just feel grumpy and exhausted, but when I sit at the table with my projects– refereeing fights, reminding kids to practice, admiring their latest creation– I am happy and energized (even if the backyard is littered with flour bombs and costumes are strewn up and down the stairs).