So remember back to my last post? The one in which I hinted at plans for glorious end-of-summer celebrations to come? Yeah, about that. . . .
I've been plagued all week with an amorphous malaise -- not feeling badly enough to stay in bed and really be sick, but not feeling good enough to want to really do anything purposeful. The weather has been hot, heavy, damp, and humid and downright rainy at times. It's been a week of last-minute meals and trips to the grocery store, lots of staring at piles of homeschooling materials and thinking, "how in the heck am I going to do this with three kids anyway?" It's been a week of floundering and the sense of impending panic and time slipping quickly through my fingers. We arrived at the lake last night for a picnic and a swim only to be turned back by the lifeguards because of thunder in the distance. The beach was closed. Today, the *blankety-blank* dog managed to zoom past the electric fence we have spent so much time and money installing and went for a jaunt around the neighborhood, somehow nabbing an illicit zucchini to drag around along the way. [Sorry, unknown neighbor from whom our wretched dog stole a squash.] I headed out for a "day off" to plan and organize and relax away from home without my computer cord, which meant that all the planning and organizing of my life that I was going to do didn't exactly happen.
So far, that's the kind of week it's been.