Summer is ending WAY too soon for me. I want to shake the calendar and say, "What's the deal??! It's only August??!" Already, our mornings and nights are cool and I've even spotted a few leaves turning color. I'm definitely NOT ready! The lower angle of sunlight coming through the windows instinctively makes me think planners, notebooks and school supplies, but the warmth of midday and fading of August keeps pulling us outside. So, I'm conflicted... hot chocolate vs. lemonade, fuzzy socks vs. flip-flops, lessons vs. lakes... and conflict makes me feel stressed. Not so much in a bad way, just feeling pulled in opposite directions.
Not that we haven't had our share of "bad" stress around here. My boys have taken care of that. A week ago, my oldest was standing on the edge of the pool and called out, "Mom, look, I'm gonna do a back flip!" Before, I could protest, he made his jump, but I could clearly see that he hadn't given himself enough room. As he arched under the water, he smashed his head into the wall, coming up with a huge gash in his forehead, exposing his white skull and blood running down his face. Several hours at the emergency room later, we were back at home with new stitches and gray hairs to show for it.
A few days later, the kids were in the backyard inspecting the new studio we're having built. Through a complex series of circumstances, too lengthy to explain, a board with an exposed nail, fell on my youngest son's big toe and went right through it and then bounced out. Fortunately, it didn't hit a bone, but it bled quite a bit. More doctors, more gray hairs.
My middle son broke his wrist earlier in the summer, so that rounds it out for the boys. My daughter is no stranger to stitches or broken bones herself, but so far she's been left out of the damages. I'll keep knocking on wood though ;)