I don’t quite understand how we get so busy in the summers. Although it feels like a running joke with some of my friends that “we’ll be less busy once it’s autumn” — and then autumn hits, and we’re twice as busy, and then it’s the HOLIDAY season, and now it’s spring and we’re rushing to get everything ready for summer, and whoops an entire year has slipped by. But summer does feel especially chaotic.
A few years ago, we bought a pop-up camper, and we spent the next two summers camping almost every other week. Last summer, I decided we had to stay home more, so I could work on the gardens and spend more time doing… not camping. Now our new-used car can’t pull the camper, and it turns out most of the magic is lost for me when we have to tent it. We had a couple of camping trips in May and one later this month, but we’re just sort of doing our normal thing most of the time.
Part of it is that we’re just busier in general. We’ve made extra homeschool friends over the past year, with groups that have weekly meetups, so that usually takes up two or more days a week. And the girls are getting more interested in other activities again. We had done gymnastics/dance when they were younger, but I decided to take a year off, going into the 2019 fall season. And then covid, which ruled out activities for quite a while. Frankly, I was happier avoiding all that as long as the girls weren’t overly interested. But it’s all creeping back now! So we have several summer evening activities on the calendar now, and who knows what autumn will bring.
After a week of running around, I’m looking forward to staying home and tidying today. Has anybody ever figured out how the house can get so messy if we’re always out and about? I have a lot of decluttering to do (luckily I can hide boxes away in a room for now), but I can’t even contemplate it until our living spaces feel more sane. It’s a happy chaos, at least!