I am looking forward to the peace and quiet that the end of summer affords. I am ready for my son to begin 4th grade and return his structured schedule. I am ready to fuss with him over homework and bedtime. I am ready for my home to return to some sort of normalcy where all I day each day is my work and not double as a full time stay at home mother as well as corporate employee. I am tired. My butt is worn out. I have had my fill and I am so ready for summer to end.....
Showing posts with label summer vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer vacation. Show all posts
Being the melanin infused woman that I am I tend not to tan easily. And I so envy women who walk around with what looks like intoxicatingly attractive tan lines. Evidence that they have been stung or kissed by the sun. My week in St.Croix produced tan lines that I am so excited about. Two lighter brown lines on my chocolate berry skin are evidence that in reality I was in paradise for a week and was not dreaming. I was away from the hustle..in a place where there are two roads and not six lane highways. I experienced the lap of luxury while eating mangoes for breakfast. lunch.and dinner. Saw lizards of every description claim their piece of the pie. And soaked in water so blue and exotic it was like being in a land of make believe. I enjoyed my vacation thoroughly and have my tan lines to prove it.....
I will be sunning in the beautiful island of St.Croix all week.
Enjoy being the fantastic women that you are!
Enjoy being the fantastic women that you are!
My son left for the summer yesterday. I won't see him for another 2 months. Although he has been leaving each and every summer for five years I still get sad when I say good bye. I had an interesting experience before he left yesterday; the first in five years. Yums was sitting by the gate with my love and I walked about 30 feet away to buy a pack of gum for him. I couldn't have been gone for more than 30 seconds but when I turned to walk back to them Yums was gone. I looked in amazement at my love and asked him.....where is Yums? To which he replied, they had to take him on the plane. Never in this leaving process had I not been allowed to kiss my son's cheeks and tell him I love him before he walked onto the plane. I broke down. Right in the airport I started crying and it was almost like I couldn't help myself. The manager noticing my distress allowed me to go on the PACKED and WAITING TO LEAVE plane and go to the very last seat where my son was sitting to give him a kiss and hug goodbye. I appreciated that more than she knew and was able to leave some of my energy with my son and take some of his.
