Don’t get me wrong, I love summer break. I love not having to race to get the kids to school on time. I love the absence of homework, and the return of lax bedtimes. I love not having to worry about packing lunches or making sure the uniform pants are clean.
But as is the case when I’m taken away from my routine, I tend to develop soup for brains, which puts me in a situation like this at 5:45 on a Tuesday night, when EeBee needs to get to karate and the parts of his uniform are scattered all over town.
So if you find that my posts are less wordy for the next few weeks, and maybe don’t make as much sense, you’ll know why.