It’s been a busy summer. 

Sometimes, I wonder how my brain remembers half of what I need to do. 

I started a bullet journal this week, hoping it will help me keep my life in order. I spent an hour on it the first day, and haven’t looked at it much in the last two days. 

(I’ve told myself that’s fine though, as my weekend is pretty open, and not scheduled to a point where I’m getting lost on my way anywhere.)

I find myself needing to recite the “list” of things I have to accomplish. 

Does everyone use a list? Or is this what happens to people after having children?

I don’t remember needing to write things down ten years ago.

Then again, ten years ago it was me and what I wanted to do, not a crazy juggling act of 6 people, 3 cats and a dog. 

And that’s only at home. 

At work, we have the struggle to deal with the upcoming clinic, which isn’t moving as fast as we need it to- although it looks lovely as far as it goes. 

With the time we need to be out of our current clinic and the knowledge things aren’t quite on time, I find myself hyperventilating in the wee hours of the day.

I’m sure the extra coffee has nothing to do with it.

At home, the kids. 

I truly believe now that I have 3 kids under 6 in the house, bored, that school should be back in as of August 1st. 

Let’s face it- we all need structure. And someone else can quite nicely give it to them for 6 hours a day in a safe learning environment. 

I feel a little guilty, because when I mentioned school to the 6 year old she got really excited- until I told her it wasn’t time to go back yet. 

My kids are ready to get out of the house. 

It makes me wonder why Canada isn’t there yet, when so many school systems do a modified year already. 

It’s not like the kids are helping harvest anymore, after all.

And then my creative side. I’ve been so enraptured with potentials I’ve been having a hard time thinking of all the “must dos”- trapped mentally in my “want-to-dos” instead. 

Every step takes so much longer than I’d like, and I have to force myself to be patient with everything.

Once I decide something, yesterday is the right time frame. Which means life is general can feel slow at times.

And here we are, almost to the end of the Dog days of summer. The first time I heard that expression was in a book- Encylopedia Brown. I remember nothing else from it other than it was over one hundred degrees and that line. At the time, I didn’t realize America used the Fahrenheit scale, and I was horrified that they were literally boiling. 

I figured it out though, when I looked it up in the Encyclopedia Britannica. Also, found out they called it the dog days not because dogs lay on the patio panting, but because Sirius the Dog Star is in the sky. 

Thirty years later, it’s funny the things that stay with you. 

What will I remember thirty years from now?