Remember my plea to not let summer go? We tried, we really, really tried.
But sometimes, things just get too busy.
We have gotten too busy.
In the last two weeks, I have been to the following locations in Maine: Blue Hill, Augusta, Gouldsboro, Portland, and Belfast.
My husband has been in these places: Blue Hill, Cape Elizabeth, Bucksport, and Machias.
In addition, we’ve had three presentations (me), one open house (kids), four games and eleven sporting practices (husband and kids).
So. How’s that unhurried outdoorsy life looking?
The answer is: terrible. Everything is terrible.
I had hoped to spend today relaxing with the kids. It’s car-free day in Acadia again, so we could go for a bike ride. Or maybe take the dog on a hike, perhaps try a late season swim or a take time to play around in the kayak that’s been dormant all season. The weather cooperated; it’s gorgeous out there. The temperature is perfect, the sun is out, the breeze is gentle and sublime. But when I looked at the calendar I saw we had one game, one birthday party, and a bunch of required errands for today. The kids are playing nicely with LEGOs, inside on the living room floor. The house is in a terrifying state. What to do?
Well. We do the things we must, but as much as we can, we streamline. I tackle the most pressing of the housecleaning, but skip the organizing projects in favor of tending the garden. I kick the kids out to the yard before we have to go back inside for the game. I give thanks that the birthday party is at a local picnic area. I stop for a second to feel the sun on my face and breathe.
I remind myself that living a life focused on the outdoors is a mindset more than a task list and that the way I live is the best way to teach that to my kids.
Sometimes we just get too busy. So we do what we can.
And hope for a more relaxing tomorrow.