Relaxing Summer, Not Really

In last three weeks, I have been to Virginia, back and forth to the shore, two times, started the boys in golf lessons (which is actually pretty fun to watch), experienced a Derecho, spent fourth of July at the beach and boardwalk, where I saw a red moon rising,  taken crappy pictures with my iPhone because I forgot my real camera,started one child in summer basketball, two children in morning camp, been to the pool, the park, on a field trip, out to dinner, attended a birthday party, and started swim lessons, which I signed up for completely forgetting that Little Lady was already enrolled in camp that week.

I can’t remember the last time I washed my hair.

And, there’s more.  Yesterday, Little Lady started camp and the boys started summer piano lessons, basketball changed from practices to games with refs.  So much for that casual summer league that was advertised.

Somehow, even though I consciously tried not to, we’ve become over scheduled. My blogging life has suffered and it’s about to take another hit.  We may (fingers crossed) have sold our house.  I say may because previous experience has taught me that it ain’t over until it’s over, and it ain’t over until contracts are signed, an appraisal performed (though we’re taking such a hit that I don’t think that’s going to be much of a problem), home inspection completed, and settlement complete.  Can you tell that I’m not taking anything for granted this time around?

So, on top of everything else that I have so complicity involved us in, I am now using the precious few days when all the kids will be in a morning camp at the same time, to walk through crappy, still over priced houses, in a market that is so tight (because of their schools, which better be awesome) that it’s actually come down to either blowing the budget to move into something decent, or going way under budget to buy a shoebox and put an addition on it.

Needless to say, you’ll be hearing a lot more about it this. For now, though, I have to go. I’ve got to get everyone to camp, so I can go meet my realtor, rush home, pack lunch, and then pick everyone up at staggering times, and then rush to a swim lesson……

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