It's high summer.
The middle of July, when the streets of New York City reek with smells I can't even begin to name.
I walk down the street, my clothes sticking to me and counting the steps until I am inside in the AC again - drinking something cool and fresh.
There is nothing else - the kids vacillate wildly between an almost cloying closeness and dire hatred of one another. I am separating them either way, and I'm tired of it. #STOPTOUCHINGEACHOTHER.
Dave is traveling - more than ever. He has trips slotted for the next three weeks straight. We're trying to schedule a summer trip between the work trips and literally, the only way to make that happen is to travel with him and fly solo for a few days while he works THEN take the rest of the vacation together. So, if anyone has some solid family entertainment lined up in NoCal, let me know.
I made plans for myself - a concert and a one-day conference. I'm taking pains to take care of myself, but I feel like I am wandering again, and not in the good way. I need a focus.
In the meantime, I'm shuttling the kids - day camp, orthodontist, playdates, swimming lessons and OT. Lordy, I am tired.