I think I’ve reached the point where I need to add some routine back into my schedule, or at least something that is 100% relaxing to me. I’ve been enjoying these long summer days with my nephew where we sleep late, “farm” the lawn on the toy tractor, and then cool off in the kiddie pool. It’s all about cold juice, swimsuits drying to a crisp on the porch railing, and biting the tips off wild columbine. I’m also loving the conversations we have at bedtime. As lovely as these days have been, I’m finally getting ready to add something that I really enjoy that’s just for me, something like reading. I’ve tried to read a little bit, but that has quickly devolved into getting splashed by pool water and then lured into a game of little fish/big shark. How do people with kids ever have time to read?
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