Is it summer yet?
I’d love a perpetual July. [Clearly I’m an Oregonian.]
Maybe you’ve noticed that the blog has been silent for the longest break ever, almost two months. I completely skipped over my ten-year blogiversary.
That’s something to celebrate, but I’ve been bogged down by the decade-ness of this season. I feel like I’ve said everything that can be said, twice or thrice or ten times too many. My boys aren’t as adorable as they used to be in the early years. My house is showing serious wear and tear and the accumulation of junk. My body is showing the accumulation of years and pounds. Homeschooling is hard. Parenting is hard. Parenting teens is really hard. Instead of getting wiser, I am simply more aware of what I don’t know (which is pretty much everything).
I thought I’d have everything under control by now. I thought I would have accomplished all the things.
So here we are, imperfect and very human.
Are you still there?
I’ll be back tomorrow, in a more cheerful mood, to talk about boys and books.