And I’m feeling mixed emotions. (Such is the life of a mother with kids.) How did the summer go so fast? Did I really make the most of it? Is it bad that I’m excited to be back in a routine schedule again? Did I give them too much structure or too little? When can I take a nap? How much longer will the kitchen stay clean when it’s just me and the four-year-old at home most of the day? Can I justify watching Phineas and Ferb on my own?
Yesterday I was sorely tempted to give a rest to my ‘Turn off the TV’ chant and just let the kids go ahead and OD one last time before school starts. But the guilt got to me so we pulled out some of the projects I still had on the list. While they were busy I even finished the quilt top for my sister. What’s not finished (or yet started) are a couple of tops for my 11-year-old. (Good old Simplicty 3835). They’ve been on my list all summer. Maybe today. Probably not. But the weather is warm for a while yet.