A Caged Bird

I am a log roller! I can stay up until it rolls to the slimy side.

As a mother, our work at home is NEVER done. There is always a meal to prepare, a dirty floor somewhere, a closet that is overflowing. Because of this, I am passionate about dropping things where they are and doing things like this. As often as possible. When our children are grown, they will not say, "Mom...remember that day when all the closets and drawers were organized and the house was so clean and the laundry was all done and you made warp speed on your to do list?!" NO NO NO! Of course they will not say that.

Instead they'll say, "Mom...remember that time we went to the lake and I thought we found diamonds in the sand, you taught me how to log roll, we collected mica for our sand collection, and I found 3 dollars at the bottom of the lake while snorkeling?"

That's what they'll say.

So that is why I am gloomy about school starting. During the school year I feel like a caged bird. I want to fly so badly but the routines and schedules and homework and practices keep us grounded.

My kids are growing up too fast and I enjoy their company so much. Their excitement for life and wonder at the world make the world taste sweeter. They are just a bunch of really fun people.My older kids are at that age where they are HUGE helpers (I've waited a long time for that one!), and I enjoy their company like I do friends. I just want to hang with them.So forgive me if I feel like I'm at the funeral of summer as school starts. Summer is never long enough and I am soaking in every last minute of it!!!

Summer, the love of my dreams, please stay forever and ever and ever!