It's the first day of August.
Monday I was ready to freeze summer and just soak in the days, the fleeting moments. But today is August and that means I have to get in gear for school and order those books and make those schedules and shouldn't the kids start going to bed earlier?
Funny, the difference a day makes. How one day it's July and you want to slow down and the next day it's August, time for discipline.
We've moved to a new home this summer and the freedom of this dead end road has breathed life into our kids. The dirty-feet, playing-in-the-creek, aw-do-we-have-to-come-in-now kind of life. They are always scattering and I am continually trying to gather them up for meals or chores or trips to town.
It's been awesome.
I can just picture the look on their faces if I suddenly woke them up early one morning and called them downstairs for school. Like cold water in the face or a slap on your sunburned back. Shock. Horror. Confusion.
We should probably transition gradually.
Sorry to burst your bubble, but summer is ending soon.
I think we'll hold on to some carefree days, interspersed with a gradual tightening up of the schedule.
{How do you transition your kids back to the routines of fall? My kids would appreciate it if you gave their mom some grace-filled ideas.}