Yesterday, I brought home a 1000 piece puzzle, dumped it out on the dining room table, and then promptly forgot what kind of personalities exist in this household. Type A, Git-er-done-now, creative thinker types. We couldn't stop working on it because we were possessed with puzzle-itis, and once we had convinced the kids to release their grubby little fingers and go to bed, Adrain and I snuck back into the dining room and worked on it some more while yawning and trying to peel ourselves away from the magnetic pull of jigsaw addiction and go to bed ourselves. We could barely keep our eyes open but we couldn't stop. It was so fun it was almost stressful.
So fun it's stressful.
Which I think, spoke volumes for our summer. Don't get me wrong, we did some really fun things but most of those fun things were peppered with "other moments." I'm coming to realize that those "other moments" don't mean my family is a freak, they just don't show up on Instagram feeds and the memory of them fades with time for the most part. My friends all claim this same phenomenon. Which is why we all try another vacation eventually. You have forgotten those "so fun they were almost stressful" and "other moment" moments- kind of like labor.
We had such great plans for so many more really crazy fun events than we ever followed through on for this summer. Big plans. Wild, far-reaching plans. Impossible plans really, when you get down to brass tacks because who can fit that all in (and stay sane) with all of the pre-teen and teenage hormones raging in a toilet bowl-like swirl around you? (I can't even imagine all the FUN we would have experienced had our every jaunt out of town, our every day trip and every gathering actually come to pass.)
We even went to so far as to make a list of potential people we wanted to get to know better! I threw it away last week when I gave up all hope of accomplishing really any of those big plans over this summer since summer is practically finished on Tuesday when the hoodlums go back to school. It makes me laugh. Then it makes me cry. Which I believe means that I am probably stuck in that swirling toilet bowl of hormones along with both of my kids.
But fear not... because I have really big plans for October, New Year's eve and the 4th of July.
I'm convinced it will be really fun.