Dear July,
I’ll admit, I’ve been dreading you all year; shed little tears of anticipation in my heart at the thought of you. You have become overwhelming to me.
Years ago I heard of an organization whose leadership took off the entire month of July to spend with their families. That became my goal; one of the perks of self-employment (are there perks ;)? ) have July be “our family” time.
But you know what they say, life is what happens when you’re making other plans. You mock me, July.
You’ve become too busy. Too hectic. Too stressful. We run (RUN) from one activity to the next with only time to drop our stuff (in the entry way, seriously. Go look.) and grab our next needed gear and race out again.
It’s not fun.
It’s not productive.
It’s not relaxing.
It does not fill our days with the necessary fun of boredom required to endure the long and monotonous school year.
Dear July, I’m going to work on you. Like a zealous gardener pruning a tree that has grown out of control, I will hack at you with great determination, cutting back on activities and yeses and time away from home. I will focus my time on staying home, cleaning, cooking, telling the kids to go out side and puh-lease, for the zillionth time, close the door.
I will trim you back until you are sparse, simple, and beautiful once again.
Next year, I promise.