School Days

I always feel out of sorts this time of year. The calendar says summer. The weather says summer. But back to school says autumn. My son goes back to school this week. Physically I am in summer and mentally I am in autumn. Drat.

I seriously thought about homeschooling this year. I hate being tied to the school schedule.  I am already dreading the bedtime and homework battles.  I wish we could go on a long camping trip in the fall.  But my son loves school, so off he goes.  And I would probably suck at homeschooling anyway. I don’t have the patience for it.

On top of that I am drowning in the trifecta of menopause, thyroid, allergy hell. This isn’t fun no matter the season.  Thyroid: I need to lose three pounds to get back into my goal window, which really means I need to lose five pounds to be firmly in my goal window. Allergies:  I have had a headache for days and some unpleasant drainage going on.  Menopause:  Seriously bummed about the school year starting.  And all three mean I can’t get enough sleep which ruins life in general.

So I am going to take a blogging break. Probably two to three weeks so I can focus on taking care of myself physically and maybe make some goals for this school year. At least that is what I hope to do. I really hope I don’t end up on the couch binge watching the Olympics. (And what is up with the male divers wearing teeny tiny bathing suits? I would be worried about a swimsuit malfunction!)


Random purple flowers photo.

Off Kilter

It is the first day of school. How can this be? It is still summer, 105 degrees, barely August.  School is supposed to start in September. When school starts there is supposed to be that first hint of coolness in the air, the sunlight less harsh.  You start to think about apples and sweaters and football.

It was actually too hot to swim yesterday.  Sounds crazy but there was this scorching wind blowing and I just couldn’t bring myself to go outside in the afternoon.  Today is gray with the occasional sprinkle of rain, atypical weather not helping with my sense of feeling off balance.

Last year I had a plan.  I knew what I was going to do my first solo day.  I had spent many hours over the summer imagining what my days would look like, things I wanted to accomplish.  This year, no plan.  No dreaming.  I feel rather stunned, like this day was just sprung on me out of the blue instead of being marked on the calendar for the last 3 months.

I always joke with my son that what I really do all day while he is in school is watch tv and eat candy.  Maybe that should be my plan for today?