The More Things Change, the More Things Change.

Here we go again. Another summer has come and gone. Here we are again together.
This summer was, um, not the same. My nine-year-old, while, at times, was pleased as punch to hang at the beach or at home with the Wii, was for the most part: over it. He and his brother (who is six and still all in for a summer home at Camp Mommy) fought like Armageddon.
It took me until the end of the summer to realize that, uh oh, Mommy’s not happy either.
Bummer. I’ve always loved summer and have mourned its passing. I’ve seen the start of the school year as the death sentence of fun. This year I welcomed it as the return of my sanity.
A lot of this change of heart comes from the fact that so much has changed in my Mommy Friend circle. Gina bails every summer anyway because that’s when she reconnects with her college buds and their kids. Jessica sent her kids packing to Camp Grandma most of the summer because she’s really working full-time now. Julie. She had a baby this summer and, well, ya, know. It’s like she got the card in Candy Land that sends your little plastic player back to the start of the board. There are no more of that kind of card in the deck for me.
Without those girls around for distraction and support, the summer lost a little luster.
So. Here I am again at the beginning of another school year with no work and no prospects. But, I am hopeful. Big changes are about. Or maybe small ones. God has given me no choice but to fully rely on Him and rely on Him I will.