It would be hard for me to adequately describe how very much I am looking forward to summer at this moment.
It’s not just the summer weather, although the hours we will spend on our neighborhood beach and playground playing in the sand and in Lake Michigan are extraordinarily enjoyable.
It’s also not the Evanston Farmer’s Market on Saturday mornings, despite the fact that we always see friends and neighbors there and get to hang out listening to live music with other families while husbands and wives take turns shopping and bringing back baked goods to tide the kids over…and then have the pleasure of going home with huge bags full of really fantastic food.
It’s not even all the vacation time we’re taking this summer, no matter how excited I am to go back to the rental house in Michigan with Matt’s family and then to spend two weeks in California with my family.
No, really, it’s the end of school.
It’s not having to leave the house early in the morning to drive the carpool even though I don’t have to be at the clinic until some later hour. It’s allowing Lyle to nap every day, because we never have to leave at 2:00 to get his big brother from school. It’s having two kids in the same place at the same time almost all the time for weeks on end, and not trying to coordinate who is where at what time and being picked up by whom when. (Just typing that wore me out.)
And it’s less paperwork. I just spent three hours sorting and organizing paper. Oh, the paper! It’s never-ending. The field trip permission slips, birthday invitations, and walk-a-thon pledge forms. The piles of Pokemon drawings and 3-year old writing, and the stack of corrected schoolwork that came home today. Reminders about book swaps and multicultural assemblies and pages that need to be made for the teacher’s thank you book. The good-bye gift for the student teacher and the donation being collected to give her a present from the parents. The notes about all of the deposits due for summer camps, swim lessons, and next year’s nursery school. The bills. The magazines and catalogs. The condo association bills and notices. The Google calendar pages printed out and posted on the fridge – on top of the soccer game schedule print-out – that could make you dizzy if you looked at them too long. The pledge statements from church and the checks that must be written now or never shall be.
The paperwork is the bane of my existence. I get a headache just thinking about it. If we aren’t focused on it for a couple of days it takes over the entirety of both our kitchen counter and my desk. Imagine what happens when we’re not focused on it for a couple of weeks?
But even this slows down in the summer. I’m ready for this. All of it.
Boy, am I ready.