Summer Daze…….

Summer Days…….spelled it incorrectly on purpose. I love lazy summer days. Now if I could just get my mind to match my body or that premise. I am still recoiling from my trip. As I said I have a lot of thoughts some good, some bad but thoughts. I am hormonal and pmsing so we know what that means. Thinking and hormones dont’ mix. Especially when they are from a thinking thinker like me. Anyways today is our first real day of summer not planned. I am really going to try and just go with the flow. I don’t want a tight schedule and I want to hang out with the kids. If we meet up with others great nd if not, not. I think it is important to not do too much so Wills can be calm as well as I can get work done around the house and business. I need to remember the good lessons I learned about doing things slow and taking my time and paying attention to teaching my kids how to pick up and clean up without shaming or screaming. I keep alternating from feeling the need to be alone with missing others. I like when I want to feel alone and not feel as if I am missing anyone or anything. That is my goal.
Kaylee told me today that she was upset because nobody complimented her outfit at the gym. She is such a fashionista. The kids are happy to be back together. Wills and Jac have occasional fights but Jac plays with the boy next door most days. Today we went for a walk and we all painted. William was feeling anxious and I was running out of ideas on how to calm him. This is one of my most difficult challenges these days. Then he started painting and realized that had a great calming effect on him. I a realize it does with me but sometimes they just need to figure things out on their own. Wills seems closer to Neil and told me Guiessepie his karate instructor, told them to hang out with Dad as much as Mom because then they will pick up his positive traits, like organization. Yep, that is me. William is painting crosses and then Jesus. I think we may have created a future pastor in the family. As long as he is happy and accepts Mommy’s imperfections.