Can't catch my breath.
That's how I would describe these last four weeks.
School ended the first week of June and we had one week off before our summer schedule began: Monday night swimming lessons, Wednesday morning swimming lessons, Thursday evening t-ball.
It's not that much and yet, it totally threw us for a loop.
The first week of a new schedule is always bound to be difficult. The second week was also birthday party preparation week. The third week was our 4th of July mini-vacation. And here we are, in the fourth week which included a rushed deadline and required me to be in Milwaukee for work.
So, we have yet to find our groove.
Our Fourth of July was spent going to the parade, watching a Snowshoe baseball game, and staying up late for fireworks. The boys, again, loved the fireworks. Even Nolan sat still for the first 45 seconds (that's a long time!)
We got home on Sunday afternoon and as soon as we walked in the door Keaton sighed and said: It's good to be home. He repeated that sentiment no less than half a dozen times before the car was unpacked.
As I sit here mentally frazzled from the past four weeks I find myself looking forward to the slower-paced weekend ahead and hoping we can find some much needed down time to finally regroup and recharge. It's in moments like these that I have to wholeheartedly agree with my four year old; sometimes it's just good to be home.
Wishing you all a nice weekend.