Shock and Awe

I'm as shocked as the next teacher that summer is quickly drawing to a close. Granted, the surprise factor should eventually diminish--this does happen every year, after all--but it never does cease to shock me into action. And thank goodness for that, because it's going to take a lot of action to get Daniel and I ready for the new school year.

There are only a million ways I need to catch up before August 14th, the first official day of school. Luckily, one of them is not in the home. I have no housework left to do. The garage is pristine, the yard impeccable. Not a weed in sight. And if you believe that, I've got some oceanfront property for you, yada, yada.

Daniel has been with his dad for a number of days now and this time away has felt so different. This summer as a whole has been completely different. I tentatively started work on my very own book rather than doing extra assignment for the district. I worked hard in my yard, but not the hardest. I inadvertently blew volleyball completely off for the summer and while this in itself is a little shocking, it doesn't actually upset me, which is (you guessed it) shocking.