Awaiting The End of Camp Mom
TODAY’S BREW: Pumpkin Spice! Because I am finished with this summer crap.
I am desperate for autumn.
I cannot WAIT for my six year old to be in school all day. He needs constant mental stimulation. Constant. I cannot provide it. I am going mental providing it.
Also, I need the following things:
- To be able to wear a sweatshirt and go for a walk to the duck pond with a cup of coffee.
- For the tourists to all go home so I can drive to Cape Cod for the day with the kids and do things people who live here do.
- Apple picking. I don’t cook anything with apples, but I totally love apple picking.
- Halloween. Come on. We love Halloween at http://www.deadlyeverafter.com.
- COLOR. I cannot handle one more day of blazing white bright skies with beige beaches and black pavement. I want fall colors more than I can even express. It seriously just gave me a pang in my stomach how much I need color.
- More sweatpants.
- Running Home to be out in all forms so I don’t have any more ulcers.
- Pumpkin everything. Pumpkin colored things, scented things, flavored things.
- My birthday. IT IS SEPTEMBER 6TH. SEPTEMBER 6TH. THAT IS THE DAY THAT IS MY BIRTHDAY.
With autumn comes a return to normalcy for me. The schedule is partly planned out, which means I am no longer Mom Camp Organizer. I suck at Mom Camp. I find it impossible to enjoy things that are hot, bright and loud, and that is all summer is to me. I cannot even pretend to enjoy it anymore. A month of this was enough. And I have a month more to go. I may not make it.
I look forward to the following things at this, the tail end of summer:
- Our annual trip to see our ridiculous friends, Mike and Kristen and their 2 kids that are best friends with our kids. There will be S’mores, and a pond, and movies and drinking, and more fun packed into a couple of days than I can handle. I miss them every day, and can’t wait to see them all.
- This trip is to Ossipee, New Hampshire. Yeah, that Ossipee, the very one from Running Home. So I get to play up there publicizing the book, and enjoying the solitude of the woods like Ellie. Also, the Black Bear Cafe. All day long. (Note: On A Clear Day, the gift shop Ellie works at, was in fact a real place, owned and run by the same friend, Kristen’s mom, Vivienne, the same one who is Ellie’s boss.) Also note, different Kristen.
- DID I MENTION RUNNING HOME WILL BE PUBLISHED IN ALL FORMS BY FALL?
- The Marshfield Fair. This is an event that supplies fried dough, overpriced games, terrifying carny rides, and childhood memories.
- The zoo. Any goddamn zoo. Have not been once yet this summer.
There you have it. Once all of these things have occurred, my mental health will return to its previous state of only slightly manic. Because right now, guys, I am all over the place. I have never spent so much time entertaining in my life. I need my solitude to write, and these damn kids get up earlier every day, eliminating my early morning write time. It is making me an unbearable person, I’m afraid. This post is a reminder that I am not always an incorrigible bitch, only some of the time. And that time will return soon. Until then, buckle up, because Camp Mom is on the tear.