My summer has slowly trickled down to a month. A month is all I have left until school starts. Its totally okay, in a way. I am excited about school starting. I am teaching AP Art History again, I am missing some of my students, and I actually have some lesson ideas. I am ready for school to begin (minus a serious lack of wardrobe choices), but I am feeling terribly grumpy about giving my girls up again. We are completely in the summer groove.
Rose is acting like a wonder child. She is, I can say with an almost religious fervor, going through a golden age not unlike 16th century London, except with indoor plumbing. I believe she even bathes less than your average Elizabethan. Her days are filled with phrases like "Mommy, I love you so, so much!" and "I think I want to clean my room." and "Mommy, my baby sister is the best baby sister in the whole world!" She fills my days with a narrative of unequaled information having to do with everything from why people can still see with sunglasses on, to the recipes of every dish we order at restaurants. The girl has quite the encyclopedic brain.
Lilah has become my summer sidekick. She has developed a taste for mocha frappachinos, she has swung on every swing in every park in the city proper, and she has encouraged my obsession with shopping at the farmers market. The gal can throw down a strawberry smoothie and a muffin in 30 seconds flat. Her recent bouts with temper have only endeared her more in my heart.
I will go through some serious withdrawal in a few weeks. I am trying not to think about it, but slowly my brain is starting to organize...I am beginning to open my laptop every now and then...real life is sneaking back. This train of thought can only lead to the purchasing of a 1st day of school outfit. Its the only cure for summer.
