well, looks as if i am facing the hard realization that summer is winding down, the most dreaded time of year for me. i hate this time of year with a passion. love having my kids all home, love the open doors and the sound of water splashing in the backyard. love the sandy back seats and the sunburned cheeks. love finding teenagers sprawled on the couch in the morning, the sound of laughter in the wee hours of the night. love everything about summer, except the end of it...and it is just around the corner.
on monday hunter starts "shell" week for polo (which translates into 2 very long practices a day, then an overnight beach trip where they train rigorously in the ocean for 3 days)...his life of leisurely playing mario kart for hours is ending. he keeps asking me..."what day is it?" (dont you just love the fact that we dont even know what day it is...) i know he is dreading monday like the plague.
back to real life, hunter (and everyone else).
the party is over.