I am unbelievably glad that it is the first week of October. I am filled with happiness not only because my birthday is fast approaching and few things bring me joy like celebrating my birthday since I get to choose where we get pizza (which will definitely not be the cheap pizza that the kids love) and I get to have cake and champagne.
That would be reason enough to ring in the fall season.
But if I am being truthful, I am relieved that summer is safely in the rearview mirror. It was the most difficult summer I have had in a long time.
Leading up to the season, we were faced with a string of complications.
Marie had a confirmed diagnosis of scoliosis, and she needed to be fitted for her back brace.
I got braces on my teeth to prep for a tooth implant that needed to be done ten years ago.
Then there were ALL of the end of school events which relentlessly shoved us right into our summer routine. This new schedule had me viewing the first few weeks of summer through my minivan windshield while chauffeuring the kids to swim, theater, gymnastics, and Lego camp.
All while Harrington was home for approximately 12½ days in June.
I felt disorientated and frustrated as I drifted further away from my center.
The cat was frustrated, too, and vented his feelings by spraying the walls with urine. Also my underwear drawer because he really needed to drive home his point. Message received, Scott Awesome.
We both dealt with this in our own way.
Scott Awesome went on Prozac.
I went to a yoga silent retreat. One reason being that we couldn’t share the Prozac. When I made a joke about sharing to the pharmacist, he did not laugh one bit. I feared that he would call the authorities about a wild-eyed mother who appeared to be drug seeking the tiniest about of controlled substance through her cat.
I was desperate to take a moment away from my mom duties. Although jail would give me a break from my kids, I don’t think it would have been as restorative as the preplanned yoga trip, which quite honestly, was life-changing and deserves its own post.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention a few good memories that were sprinkled through the season.
Like the time we went to Myrtle Beach. We played on the beach (when we weren’t dodging jellyfish). We also ate Krispy Kreme donuts right off of the assembly line which was more magical than I anticipated.
Or the times we went to the park and they played so nicely with each other I thought that my heart would explode.
But overall, it was not easy. Everything – life, writing, being a mom and a wife – it felt clunky and heavy. I often wondered what business I had writing a book while mothering young kids.
With all my mixed up feelings of guilt and relief, I ran towards the first day of school with the promise that balance would be restored.
Of course our transition from summer to fall was not smooth at all.
But because I am writing my book, I will need to talk about all the things like mom guilt and how much space I really allow myself to fill up in next week’s blog post.
How was your summer? How’s your fall starting off?
Since I am committing more time to writing my book, my blog might not be as active.