Summer is like this. Everyone wants a piece of me. The schedule is all thrown off. It’s crazy. First we must go visit these people, then we’re packing our bags and going over here, then I’m left with my Auntie Jessica because my moms are traveling out of town, then we have breakfast at this person’s house only to be followed by dentist appointments and visits to the ophthalmologist to get new prescription — a whirlwind of activity and when I pick my nose up from all the craziness, it’s the middle of July.
And now, before another busy day of dog walking and helping Gretchen at the pool, I find myself tossing and turning, unable to sleep — my mind spinning with the detritus of summer. Of course, that’s when it hit me — I haven’t blogged in over two weeks.
What a bad dog I am.
Gretchen says I need to give myself a break. “Summer is always like this,” she says and while I know it’s true, I still feel bad for not keeping up. “It is what it is,” she tells me, “You do what you can.”
I understand all of that but I’m not really sure why life speeds up so much during the summer. Why is it that everyone wants to get together NOW? More importantly, why is that everyone can’t see that I am a creature of habit. I LOVE routine and when it gets interrupted, I get bent out of shape (like not sleeping). If I had my way, we’d do the same thing everyday with a small variation in our schedule every once in awhile — like a trip to see Grandma and Grandpa. Like an occasional excursion to our friends’ cabin by the river. Like a long hike on Sunday (after we sleep in).
But this constant change in our routine (and by constant I mean DAILY) is enough to make this Doodle wary and nervous…
…and sleep deprived.
And anxious…I mean, how am I supposed to explain all the day’s events in a blog when the time span of that blog is more than two weeks in length?
Gretchen is calling me from the living room right now (she can’t sleep either) — and she says, “You can’t! Just let it go. Do your best and then move on. Tomorrow will be better.”
When you can’t sleep though, tomorrow is today and ironically, today is tomorrow and still the blog is not finished.
“Now it is,” Gretchen calls again.
Well sort of, but I want to sift through photos and see if I can briefly share my life with those of you who seem to care about my curly little self in this swirling, busy world of mine.