Hello, Summer. How long will you be staying?

Give it to me straight, friends--how bad is it that yesterday I told Mike that I was considering packing up the kids and heading to my mom's...not for my annual extended two week stay...for the entire summer? Is that so wrong? Mike told me he wasn't all that sure my mom would want to keep me for two months. When Robyn called yesterday morning, the first words out of my mouth were, "I hate summer."
These are not the rantings of a happy woman. Or a cheery mother.

Being the introspective person that I am, I dug deep into my psychosis to unravel the mystery behind my disturbing summer hatred (because usually it's not this bad less than a week into it).
This is my conclusion: Summer blind sided me.
I just didn't prep myself. Normally I have a plan in place. This year, not so much. So...with a little acceptance,-- 'cuz it is what it is' --some planning and a few deep breaths I am ready to rumble. Bring it on, Summer, give me your best shot!

We are going to find adventure around every corner, smell the roses, party like it's 1999, chase rainbows, dance and frolic in lollipops and gumdrops falling from the sky...
Yes, this summer will be magical, the summer of 2009 will be one to be remembered, it will go down in history as the best summer ever.

And so...
Summer, my dear old friend, I say to you:
Come. Sit. Stay a while. Kick off your shoes and make yourself at home.
We will all enjoy your visit.
However, when the second week of August arrives...don't let the door hit you on the way out.
:)