Where Has all my Summer Gone

As we approach the middle of July, I find myself already anticipating the upcoming school year. I tend to over plan my planning and in the process get not much done. It's a curse of mine.

Also, Doodlebug's birthday is the very last day of this month, and she is fully expecting a party with all of her little friends though I've tried to stem the tide of her rising expectations by telling her that I have not, in fact, agreed to any type of party as of yet.

I'm not sure why, but I tend to resist anything that involves me supervising more than my own two children. Play dates with a friend I can handle from time to time, but I'm not crazy about bunches of kids running in and out of my house noisily and chaotically. And even when they aren't noisy and chaotic, there is still added stress mainly because MY own two kids are constantly asking me if they and their friend can do this or that. "Just go play!" I want to scream, but I don't. Anyway, I guess I'm much too uptight to handle more than a few kids at a time. I'm genetically predisposed. Thanks, Dad.

Doodlebug's birthday being the last day of July, usually signals the beginning of the end of summer for me because school resumes a couple of weeks after that. As a homeschooler, of course, I can start whenever, but since Doodlebug is taking math at school first hour this school year (as she did the second half of last year), I'll have to start when everyone else does. But it's good. I need a set goal to work towards. It just means that my summer is quickly coming to and end.

I turned 38 this summer (well, technically late spring), and I'm finding that the older I get the more my life does feel like a vapor. (James 4:14)