Where is the summer going?

Each time I turn around another week has slipped by. Later this month, we will be driving my stepdaughter to Myrtle Beach for her flight to Minnesota. We won’t see her again until Christmas. It is strange how it can be so bittersweet. She’s a good girl and can be nice company, but as a stepmother I often feel drained. I feel as though every choice, thought, and word will be rehashed and reexamined either by my mother-in-law or her biological mother. Both women are nice, it’s my own neurotic quirk. My father passed on a gene for perfectionism and this is an area of life where blunders are frequent.

My husband works long hours. Just yesterday he realized how many recent weeks he’s spent more than fifty-five hours at work.

Right now the days sometimes stretch long and lazy, but the evenings are a blur of dinner, clean up, baths, stories, and bedtime routines. I’m trying to remember to hang on and savor these days, as they won’t come around again.