what is august?

 

 Is deep summer a time for exorcising angst? Is it a time for dreams of the past to come invading the nights and uncertain wispy premonitions of the future to come a wobblin' you just a little bit as you walk through the wet summer air?

I dunno what it is but I've been feeling not quite myself lately; or rather, like myself from a  different time. A time when I was prone to bouts of introspection that became distracting. A time when I had more time for such things. A time when there weren't small people peeing on the floor and demanding food and "mee-mees" and retelling Tom and Jerry episodes slowly and in great detail.

My patience has dwindled and I find I'm craving silence....something that is only possible at night when I'm worn  from the day. 

I'm guessing these feelings have to do with stress over money, having a two year old (I forgot how much energy they require) and starting a business (which also requires a lot of energy) ... but I'll just blame it on August and those 109 degree soul frying southern days. 

We're going away for vacation soon but not soon enough for this  weary woman.

Comments

[Julie]

Have missed you on your blog but wanted to let you know that your feelings make total sense to me. There is nothing quite like having a two year old to drain your every last thread of patience, even while you are utterly in love with that little bundle of toddler flesh. :)

I know you're back, but wanted to just say hi. :)

Julie