Summer is winding down and though most people are dreading the end of the season, I’m pretty happy and stoked for its departure. Now that the kids are back in school, I can finally get back to my normal work routine. No more of the constant interruptions summertime brings.
As a kid, summer was my favorite season. As an adult, not so much. I dislike being hot, sweaty, and sticky every time I step outside. I dislike the bees buzzing around my front porch ready to attack me. I dislike the spiders and their massive webs and the plump, red mosquito bites that keep me scratching all day. I dislike what the humidity does to my hair and what the extreme heat does to my attitude. I’m also not a fan of all the happy summer lovers who can’t seem to understand that not all of us love summer.
Another weighing factor of why I’m not in love with summer is the fact my kids are out of school, which is a conundrum in itself. I then become a deranged taxi driver for said kids—continually carting them from Point A to Point B—in order to keep them from lying on the couch playing video games and eating Cheetos all summer.
No, I’m not a summer lover and so glad the end is near. And even though I do enjoy a good pair of flip-flops and sandals; cookouts and ice cream; and, of course, trips to the beach, spring and fall are the seasons I covet. They are the beautiful seasons which bring me peace and restore my soul.
Goodbye summer, see ya next year.
NOTE: Thanks to Alexandra Caselle, Melissa Kinnel, and Melissa Maygrove for their blog shout outs of my debut novel Sifting Through Mud. If you missed their posts, click on their names to check it out. (If there are other blog posts I’m unaware of, please forgive my oversight.)
FYI: My initial blog tour has been rescheduled for October. Details to come.