1. The house gets out of control. There's clothes in the livingroom, possibly folded or needing to be folded on the couch. The kitchen bar counter becomes a catch-all for laptops, backpacks, and work-out bags.
2. The oven hasn't been used in a week. So when I turned it on today to cook, the house started filling up with smoke. I forgot that my oven stew spilled out, and I haven't cleaned it yet.
3. Despite the lack of cooking, the kitchen is a wreck.
4. We are doing laundry at 9 PM because Case is out of uniforms for school. aka: I forgot I had to do laundry over the weekend.
5. Why did I forget to do laundry last weekend? Because we had a big hoo-rah last weekend, planning lots of things with friends to celebrate summer ending.
6. Even though it's my week back at work, I'm still not at work full-time. Every August, I forget how tired I am after work and after the kids are down for the night. I forget that there is no way I'm going to go grocery shopping at 9 PM. So shopping during the day is what happens.
7. Did I say I'm exhausted? By 2 PM, I'm wishing I could still take naps.
8. If it's not exhaustion, it's my short attention span. I have trouble focusing on one task for over 20 minutes. Hence, I'm blogging.
9. My conversation is a lot more chemistry and teaching - even to non-educators.
I was going to make #10 that I'm happy. Of course, that makes it sound like I'm not happy staying home in the summer. That's not it at all. By May, I am overjoyed for summer. I love being able to stay home with the boys and play. I love that my house stays a bit cleaner. I like being able to take the boys weekly to the library, the bookstore, you get the idea. By mid-July though, I'm itching to get back to my routine. I love my work. I like planning the semester out. I enjoy reviewing chemistry and learning some things I didn't know. I love talking to my students. I love the quiet time I get daily in my office. And I love the late afternoons and evenings I get with the boys. So I'm happy. Not any happier that I am in the summer, just different. So maybe #10 is I'm a different kind of happy.
Fulfilled, counting my blessings.