I have to say this summer seems to have been one of the fastest in history. We did a trip to the beach, a trip to the boardwalk and outside of a whole lot of camping trips, that was pretty much it. I just simply don't know where it went. And you know, the thing is, everywhere you go, people are saying the same thing. I just can't believe how fast it went this year.

We went shopping for school clothes for my son today and actually bumped into his teacher from last year, which was pretty cool. Shopping itself was sort of awful. In the dictionary, under the word torture it should say: v. jean shopping with a nearly ten-year-old boy. I still don't know if we got the right size of anything because after awhile he stopped showing me how they looked, and then flatly refused to try anything else on.

You know, summer vacation really is sort of an enigma, because from probably the middle of March, I so look forward to it, just to be able to have time to really reconnect with my boy. I think of all the fun stuff there is to do in the summer and how great it's going to be, then it gets here and it seems like I spend more time yelling at him to clean his room, practice his sax, do his book reports, stop antagonizing his sister, etc., and so on, than anything else. And all the fun stuff I dream of doing during the Winter doldrums doesn't seem to happen. If we get to the beach once, it's a lot. And the saddest part of all of it is that by the time we get to the last week of summer vacation, I can't wait for school to start, so he'll be out of my hair for part of the day. I wish there was a way to keep the magic of those dreams of summer, and to keep those high hopes of reconnection and then to make them really happen. But there's no point in worrying abou that now. Summer is officially kicked in the pants and it's time to start thinking about Christmas. ;)

Anyway, I guess that's all for now.