When I get a taste in my mouth, I am not easily pacified with anything else. Like when I am salivating for Town House on a Saturday (closed), Chick-fil-A on a Sunday (closed) or Starfire on a Monday (closed). That doesn’t sit well with me. Woe is me…

Well, I’ve got a hankerin‘ now, but it isn’t of the culinary variety. I am hankering (is that an ol‘ timey word?) for Summer Break. I have been either a student or a teacher for most of my life, so Summer Break is programmed into my biological clock. My body, my brain, my shred of sanity expects Summer Break. But this year is the most anticipated one ever…

No, there won’t be any short-lived summer romances or eventful weeks at camp like in my younger days. But I am stoked (maybe that’s a little more current word choice) about alarmless mornings, pajama days, day trips, volleyball evenings, and late nights. We have nowhere we have to be for two months. No schedule. We will take a short break from living by the clock, and I rejoice!!!

This has been Carson’s first year in big girl school, and I genuinely had no idea it would change our lives as drastically as it has. I am not lying when I say I didn’t fully awaken until December. I was so tired from early rising, late night preparing, and endless shuttling that I wondered about the sudden onset of narcolepsy. No more business trips to Charleston, no more spur of the moment overnights at Grammie’s, no more frivolous reasons to play hooky. This is serious business…

I’m bringing back frivolity! I’m ready for a little summer adventure or two or three. Anybody feelin‘ me?

What are you stoked about?

WARNING: I am such a structured, routine-driven freak somebody will need to slap me around mid-July when I am bemoaning the purposelessness of my life, standing in a puddle of sweat induced by the 742 degree temperature. Just so you know in advance…