I have nothing creative to share with you. Instead, there has been a lot of this going on:
My oldest has also been reading quite a bit, and playing Minecraft. My younger two kids have had the Legos, among other things (but mostly the Legos), all over the living room floor. If everybody is otherwise occupied and it’s not raining and there’s a bit of shade, I sneak out onto the deck, slider open so I can hear them, and read.
This summer is already different from just about every summer we’ve lived here (excepting the first, when I had a brand-new, born-too-soon baby). We haven’t been to the beach yet, except for a walk after dinner one night. Usually the beach calls me, and I happily pack up all we need and head out early for the day. This summer I’m secretly grateful for any rain that gets me off the hook. It’s raining and thundering now, and I’ll be turning on the Tour de France soon, happy to have an excuse to settle in and listen to the rain and the announcers both.
I’ve been starting my days with a run instead of a walk, now. I was on the cross-country team in junior high and high school, eons and eons ago, but I quit halfway through high school when the external pressures outweighed the internal satisfaction. I didn’t run after that except for one summer in college, when my first serious boyfriend was treating me badly (and cheating on me too, turns out), and I felt the urge to run. Now my body wants to run again–walking isn’t fast enough–and I’m listening to it. My boys’ karate studio–we’ve signed our 11yo up now too–has a pilates/kickboxing class for adults that ends with some gentle yoga, and I went to my first session on Monday. Tuesday I felt muscles I hadn’t noticed before, and it felt good to have worked my body that way.
Tonight I fly to Florida for four days to visit an old friend–fingers crossed. My art date with Karen fell apart when my husband’s flight home the day before was cancelled. My flight to Florida is already delayed, nine hours before scheduled take-off. I can only hope for the best. I’ve become used to plans being made and cancelled, changed, delayed–part and parcel of this life with three kids and a semi-absent husband. But I’m firmly planning on stepping sideways out of this life for four days, anyway, delayed flights and all.
Wishing a peaceful weekend, hopefully with a bit of self-care, for you as well.