At some point this spring, we blinked and it was June.
The temperatures rose, the peonies bloomed and, miracle of miracles, the roses actually bloomed. Bloomed!
My birthday came and we geocached, Max served his first Mass and the in-laws hosted a grilled-brisket-homemade-tortillas-enjoy-the-evening Extravaganza.
Then Summer Saint School arrived with it’s early wake up calls and busy mornings. I’ve had a great week teaching crafts to the Cathedral kids (2 hours of sniffing Mod Podge in an enclosed space will do that. . .) but I am overwhelmingly behind on dishes and sleep and laundry. Always with the laundry!
Heaped on top of Summer Saint School is multiple 5th and Broadway practices every day. In the afternoons. Over supper. This means no naps for anyone and late dinners. And we’ve ALL caught a cold.
So here we are, not a third of the way through it, and I’m done with June. I’ve wrung it out and had as much as I can take.
June, it’s been real. It’s been fun. But it hasn’t been real fun. Let’s turn this around, shall we?