June is my favorite month of the year. (And I don't usually phrase that in such a diplomatic way. Usually I like to announce that June is unequivocally the BEST month of the year, but for some reason I'm feeling gracious today.)
Actually, no. June IS the best month of the year, for so many reasons and I am so glad that it is here! It is the start of summer. It is the beginning of fresh, local veggies and farmer's markets and CSA boxes. It is long, warm, sunny days and lush greenery. It is my birthday month! It is the feeling of relief that is tied to the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. It is the anticipation of freedom. Oh June, I love you!
I have to say, though, this weird heat wave that sneaked up on us has been a bit of a hot, puffy blow to the face. Gatsby and I are lolling about, not entirely sure what to do with ourselves. (Alex, of course, is as active and productive as ever.) I have cleaning or house projects I could do. I could write reports that should have been written a long time ago. I could read a book. I could watch a movie. I could go to the beach. I can't even decide if I want to be productive, or relax, so here I am in this weird no-man's land where I am doing neither. But a blog post is productive, right? Right?!
I feel weird coming into the end of the school year, too. Leaving my school and "my" kiddos and knowing that I will not see them again. Wanting so desperately to tie up everything into pretty little completed packages, and "finishing" and "fixing" things so that I can leave on a good note. But that's not how mental health works, unfortunately. Plus, it turns out kiddos can have just as many feelings as me about impending transitions. (Also, you should definitely read this post on a similar subject, and then also every post she has ever written because Notes from the School Psychologist is the best blog ever.)
But for now, I'm going to try to suppress the weirdness and enjoy myself because June is busting out all over and no one is going to rain on my parade!