Summer: the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

I love being out for the summer and spending time with my little man. I love not wearing make up or washing fixing my hair (yes I shower . . . no I don't always wash my hair . . . ewww. . . .gross). I love wearing pajamas all day until 2:00 p.m. I love having time to workout (not that I always do) and being able to cook more complicated meals that I just don't have time for during the school year. I love the freedom that summer allows. But there are some drawbacks to this whole summer vacation thing (the following picture not being one of them).

The Good

First, is the heat. I mean it is hot here in Texas, and I'm not lovin' it. In my opinion the optimal temperatures are between 70-90 degrees farenheit . . . obviously not celcius. Anything below 70 and I'm pulling out my ski coat or parking myself in front of the fireplace with a blanket. I'm so not kidding. Anything above 90 and I'm like, "Why do we wear clothes?" I'm so kidding about that one. Please wear clothes. On top of the heat, Texas is, yet again, in throws of another extreme drought. How dramatic am I? But in all seriousness, we could use some rain . . . desperately. I love the sun as much as the next person, but a rainy day or 200 would be nice.

The Bad

(my poor little plant can't handle the heat . . . either that or I killed it  . . . which is quite possible)

The other problem with summer is the whole lack of a schedule. I thrive on schedules, and when I'm without one for too long, I fall completely apart. I become an unproductive sloth that sits and eats ice cream all day. Again, a bit of a dramatization. It seems like I should have all the time in the world to get stuff done, but instead I spend my days messing around. I think I may be procrastinating, but I'm not ready to admit that. I mean, do I really need to plan Andrew's October birthday party in July? Yes, I think I do. I tend to do things I shouldn't be doing instead of what I should be doing (like trying to figure out what to do with Patrick's "junk" box). The other thing I keep doing is cleaning stuff out and rearranging things for our little girl's arrival, but seriously, we aren't even registered with the MOJ yet. I have plenty of time, but if things aren't ready now, it will bug me for the next two years.

The Ugly

(in case you can't read the writing this is Pat's "junk" box . . . ridiculous)

I'm not sure what all this says about me. But in the end, I think working may actually be a good thing in my life. It keeps me focused and gives me something to look forward to . . . weekends and holidays. Too bad it will still be 100+ degrees when I go back to work in August . . . if only I could change the temperature. Am I the only person with these issues?