If we were having coffee today, the last day of July and the last day of my vacation (on the eve of the day I have to return to the place that shall not be named), I would not speak of my sadness regarding the last few hours of freedom. I would not. I have had a great week. I have slept in. I have spent time with my kids. I have been available for them, able to chauffeur them to activities, relax with them and just enjoy them. The value of this is indescribable.
They have two weeks of summer left, but the girls are ready for school. Well, new shoes, clothes and supplies have been bought. The girls aren’t actually ready to go back. They are holding onto the last drops of summer with a death grip. They have gotten used to staying up late and sleeping in so we need to start the awkward dance of getting them back on a bedtime routine (which should be as fun as a root canal).
At this point I would turn the conversation over to you. I would try not to think about rejoining the daily grind tomorrow as I listened to you, escaping into your stories.
So, catch me up. What would you tell me if we were having coffee?