Queen Bee School
Hello friends. Today is the day I make the mental switch from "care-free, let's just be flexible and do what we want" Mindy to School Mindy. Yes, they are different people. If Beyonce can have a stage persona, I can have a Summer Mindy. Maybe I should name her. I'm open to suggestions. In any case, I briefly went over my son's reading assignments for the week this morning, told the kids to make me a back to school wish list, packed up my laptop and planner, and landed at Starbucks to complete the mental transition.
I woke up this morning with a weird mixture of anxiety and mopiness. At first, I thought it was because my husband's trip was unexpectedly extended. Then I checked my lady app and realized I was 6 days out from celebrating another month of no new babies so that explained most of the mopiness. Then I remembered we need to do school stuff, and that was when Anxiety Mindy kicked in. I can't straddle summer and school. I simply cannot function halfway between the two worlds. We can do a few schoolish things during the summer, and it's fine. We can throw in some pool time or beach visits after school work is done once we're back in school mode, but I need a mental priority system. In my imaginary mental hierarchy of importance, school just became queen bee again. Unfortunately, that means housework just got bumped down a few notches as well. Queen Bee School does not like to share her title. Housework is too apathetic to make a power play, and Summer is too easily distracted to hold power for long. Oh well. C'est la vie.
Over the weekend I took the kids up to Biltmore in Asheville. I forget how much I love the mountains until I'm there. I love being the woods and walking trails. We have a lot of things to do in Charleston, but hiking is just not it. Charleston is hot, mosquito infested, and flat. In the mountains, I don't have to watch for alligators. When we first moved to Charleston, it was a tough transition. I mean, I think it's always hard to relocate somewhere new. You have to find new people, new church, new hangouts, new everything. I've spent the last 3 1/2 years intentionally planting out roots deep in Charleston, and the kids are all in. So yesterday when it was time to drive home, I was completely taken by surprise when I felt extra sad about it. I mean, I wanted to come home. I missed my bed and my couch. But I also felt a deep desire to have that home with an upstate address. I miss being able to see my family for Sunday lunch without having to schedule it days in advance. I miss some of my people. I miss hills. Sigh.
All of that is why I made myself wear my Bloom Where You're Planted shirt today. We are absolutely not moving, and I don't really want to anyway. Well, I won't want to move in another day or two. =) I do love where we live, and I have found the best people to share my life with. I just wish we weren't 3 hours away from my other people. And hills. I really miss hills.
Until next time...
I woke up this morning with a weird mixture of anxiety and mopiness. At first, I thought it was because my husband's trip was unexpectedly extended. Then I checked my lady app and realized I was 6 days out from celebrating another month of no new babies so that explained most of the mopiness. Then I remembered we need to do school stuff, and that was when Anxiety Mindy kicked in. I can't straddle summer and school. I simply cannot function halfway between the two worlds. We can do a few schoolish things during the summer, and it's fine. We can throw in some pool time or beach visits after school work is done once we're back in school mode, but I need a mental priority system. In my imaginary mental hierarchy of importance, school just became queen bee again. Unfortunately, that means housework just got bumped down a few notches as well. Queen Bee School does not like to share her title. Housework is too apathetic to make a power play, and Summer is too easily distracted to hold power for long. Oh well. C'est la vie.
Over the weekend I took the kids up to Biltmore in Asheville. I forget how much I love the mountains until I'm there. I love being the woods and walking trails. We have a lot of things to do in Charleston, but hiking is just not it. Charleston is hot, mosquito infested, and flat. In the mountains, I don't have to watch for alligators. When we first moved to Charleston, it was a tough transition. I mean, I think it's always hard to relocate somewhere new. You have to find new people, new church, new hangouts, new everything. I've spent the last 3 1/2 years intentionally planting out roots deep in Charleston, and the kids are all in. So yesterday when it was time to drive home, I was completely taken by surprise when I felt extra sad about it. I mean, I wanted to come home. I missed my bed and my couch. But I also felt a deep desire to have that home with an upstate address. I miss being able to see my family for Sunday lunch without having to schedule it days in advance. I miss some of my people. I miss hills. Sigh.
All of that is why I made myself wear my Bloom Where You're Planted shirt today. We are absolutely not moving, and I don't really want to anyway. Well, I won't want to move in another day or two. =) I do love where we live, and I have found the best people to share my life with. I just wish we weren't 3 hours away from my other people. And hills. I really miss hills.
Until next time...
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