Summer's Off

These weeks-- this month --has been going SO fast. I can't believe it. When I was younger May was always so much fun, because we could wear shorts at school and we had the annual Seton Catholic School Carnival (which, when I look back really only consisted of a Cake Walk, and a lot boy chasing). I realize that even though I am grown up, the kid in me still loves summer for the fact that there is no school. I am only now just getting used to the fact that I have to work all year round. The first year was really tough. I mean, laying out was just not a part of my schedule anymore, and how the heck was I supposed to get a tan!?

The quickness of the passing days is mind blowing. It really scares me actually. I have so many things to do, and I can't seem to get any of the done. I would really love to re-arrange my drawers (a favorite pastime of mine as a child) and now I am lucky to even get the clothes folded before they go in there. Before I know it, it will be time for vacation and then the summer will seem like it is officially over. Whenever I complain to Jake about this he always says, "You could have been a teacher." Like, he has been waiting his whole life to rub it in non-teachers faces. UGH! Maybe it will never get easy to work during the summers, maybe I will become numb to it.

I was talking to my mom about what it was like when her kids grew up to that awkward stage of a teenager. "Doesn't that suck? I mean, I don't want to raise a teenager! Do you even have fun anymore?" I ask. "Well," she said. "I think you are too close in age to when you were a teenager to understand." I didn't know if that was comforting or unsettling. You mean to tell me that I will actually feel like a grown up? I don't think I like the sound of that. My theory is that all grown ups still feel like kids, they just have to pretend like their grown ups for kids' sakes. That is my plan at least. They are all just waiting until they get summer's off to go wild.