Why, you ask? Is it the mustache? The strapping male physique? No, sorry, it's neither of those. His attraction lies in the fact that he can intimidate my teenagers into behaving themselves. And, quite frankly, I suck at that. I'm a marshmallow. I give out work assignments and my children look bemused, as though I'm speaking gibberish.
Is this sunny season unleashing chaos in your life, too, or is it just me? I'm the first to admit that I lose all sense of direction and purpose once the kids are free of school, outnumbered as I am six to one. I don't even pretend to set goals anymore because they'll never be realized.
Part of my problem is that I am caught between the exacting, grownup world my husband exists in and the shiny, devil-may-care, it's-summertime-and-I-can-stay-up-'til-the-cows-come-home realm my children inhabit.
The Dilemma: hubby wakes up at 5:00a.m./ kids stay up late.
The Result: I'm tired all the time. My brain hurts more than usual. I don't write as much as I should. And, really, who has the energy anyway?
I'm not seriously complaining. It's nice that my husband likes to talk to me and kiss me goodbye in the morning. It's also good to have my children at home. I just wish that sleep wasn't so necessary.
How is your summer going? Have you done anything fun or wonderful? Have you experienced some havoc yourself? Are you happy with your writing?
Cheers, blogging buddies! I've missed you guys.