Jen at King and Eye has this fabulous idea
She calls it Blog Gems ....what is so fun about this is that I am getting to read some old posts from my favorite bloggers that I had never seen before
Here is my post from 2 years ago at the end of summer
The theme is "holiday" ( which is what they call vacation that side of the ocean )
End of Summer Vacation 2009
August 16 2009
"Sheep"
Says R tugging at my apron while I am cooking for the week - all four burners going at the same time.
He looks at me earnestly - his head to one side over folded hands- ( looking extra adorable) and repeats again - "Sheep"
This is nothing to do with bovines
He is asking to Sleep
And he doesn't want to sleep either.
He just wants to loll around on the bed - crumpling up the pillows, getting compliments on his general all around amazingness.
"As though I have nothing better to do"
I fake-grumble with a smile - even as I untie my apron to proceed for a loll-about
But its the truth
Its the best thing to do today - the last weekend of summer vacation.
There are people measure things by lasts.
And there are other people who measure things by firsts
I am unfortunately a person of lasts
On the last day of a week long vacation, I will be heavy with sighs and downcast looks
DH will offer mathematical comfort.
He will quickly calculate in his head and say
"By wasting 1 out of 6 days you are wasting almost 16 % of your vacation.. you should try and enjoy your last day most"
But I will be disconsolate and kick the sand sadly.
Too weak to care ( for this is how melancholy affects me )
And I have been particularly melancholy this week as this lazy summer is behind him and school has started
The early rise time means early bed time.
Its the end of impromptu trampoline time with the fireflies,of acquiescing to an urgent "Jump Jump Jump" request from R while getting ready for bedtime, of watching sun glow orange lazily adrift in the kiddie pool.
Of hearing DH expostulate - Arent you getting him ready for bed yet?
Full of maudlin melancholy I have been this week.
DH has asked me nervously the other day, if I am PMSing.
He has also inquired as to whether I am sick
Now,in silent comfort (as is his way) he is making some shelves for the kitchen.
For he looks ahead, and is a person of firsts and is simply thinking of how good it will be for him to finish his projects while R is in school.
Summer will come again next year.
But this summer- of R being 4 - still a baby -still going to baby school -is gone for ever.
My mum says when I was much a little girl - I would end all my essays on picnics, birthday parties with a signature sign- off line.
( Though from her descriptions of my essays it appears that my primary preoccupation while describing any event, was around what was eaten by me.)
Anyway the sign off line was this
"We had lots of fun, but time was flying like a bird and it was time to go home "
And so it is today.
Goodbye sweet summer.
She calls it Blog Gems ....what is so fun about this is that I am getting to read some old posts from my favorite bloggers that I had never seen before
Here is my post from 2 years ago at the end of summer
The theme is "holiday" ( which is what they call vacation that side of the ocean )
End of Summer Vacation 2009
August 16 2009
"Sheep"
Says R tugging at my apron while I am cooking for the week - all four burners going at the same time.
He looks at me earnestly - his head to one side over folded hands- ( looking extra adorable) and repeats again - "Sheep"
This is nothing to do with bovines
He is asking to Sleep
And he doesn't want to sleep either.
He just wants to loll around on the bed - crumpling up the pillows, getting compliments on his general all around amazingness.
"As though I have nothing better to do"
I fake-grumble with a smile - even as I untie my apron to proceed for a loll-about
But its the truth
Its the best thing to do today - the last weekend of summer vacation.
There are people measure things by lasts.
And there are other people who measure things by firsts
I am unfortunately a person of lasts
On the last day of a week long vacation, I will be heavy with sighs and downcast looks
DH will offer mathematical comfort.
He will quickly calculate in his head and say
"By wasting 1 out of 6 days you are wasting almost 16 % of your vacation.. you should try and enjoy your last day most"
But I will be disconsolate and kick the sand sadly.
Too weak to care ( for this is how melancholy affects me )
And I have been particularly melancholy this week as this lazy summer is behind him and school has started
The early rise time means early bed time.
Its the end of impromptu trampoline time with the fireflies,of acquiescing to an urgent "Jump Jump Jump" request from R while getting ready for bedtime, of watching sun glow orange lazily adrift in the kiddie pool.
Of hearing DH expostulate - Arent you getting him ready for bed yet?
Full of maudlin melancholy I have been this week.
DH has asked me nervously the other day, if I am PMSing.
He has also inquired as to whether I am sick
Now,in silent comfort (as is his way) he is making some shelves for the kitchen.
For he looks ahead, and is a person of firsts and is simply thinking of how good it will be for him to finish his projects while R is in school.
Summer will come again next year.
But this summer- of R being 4 - still a baby -still going to baby school -is gone for ever.
My mum says when I was much a little girl - I would end all my essays on picnics, birthday parties with a signature sign- off line.
( Though from her descriptions of my essays it appears that my primary preoccupation while describing any event, was around what was eaten by me.)
Anyway the sign off line was this
"We had lots of fun, but time was flying like a bird and it was time to go home "
And so it is today.
Goodbye sweet summer.