Calendar Girl

I've been having trouble keeping track of the days; without the structure of the school, the days all sort of bleed into one another. Our time right now is measured in two week increments--the length of a session of swim lessons at the pool. Weekends are marked only by the fact that The Ladies will have, at least for the length of a church service, traded their rapidly wearing out swimsuits for actual clothing.

I don't know why I bothered with a summer wardrobe for either of them; Sabrina spends nearly every waking moment in her perpetually damp bathingsuit, and Regan rarely wears anything over her diaper. While they carvort in a blissful state of near nudity, I've adopted a wardrobe that largely consists of drawstring pants and tee shirts worn over--you guessed it!--a swimsuit.

Now, though, things are about to change. Swim lessons are finished, the pool is closed, and the weather has started to cool. All signs that summer is over and that it's time to get back to real life.

I know that school starts in a mere two days, but I'm having a hard time believing it. Even though all the school supplies have been purchased and the all important first day of school outfit is hanging in a place of honour, it just doesn't feel like this season is coming to an end. It's not that I feel like summer hasnot gone on long enough; it's more like we've been living this life outside of real time for so long, real time doesn't exist anymore.

I look at the new backpack stuffed with freshly sharpened pencils and unopened tissue boxes and I know that on Tuesday morning the alarm will go off and we'll be abruptly returned to the real world. But, looking at my sunkissed daughters taking one last opportunity to prance around in those well worn swimsuits, I don't really believe it. Of course, that could just be because I'm in denial about the idea of going back to wearing pants with zippers.

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I know, it seems like the summer just flew by!