... or, at least, that's what the song in my head keeps saying. Ahh, yes, the lilting melody is stuck in my head, my daily soundtrack as I frantically rush out the door to drive my kids to summer day camps. Late again. The song is mocking me. Stuck in my head, telling me that everything will be easy -- because it's summertime.
I get the kids off to where they need to be, and make my way to the nearest coffee dealership. Nothing like some caffeine to relax me. Especially when it is laced with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Ahhhhhhh.
I take another drag off of my adult sippy cup, waiting for that mocha euphoria to wash over me again. Ahhhhhhh.
The mocha has a nice effect on my brain. It shuts out the seemingly endless list of things I should have done during the school year that I undoubtedly must have time to do now that it is summertime, and I have nothing else to do besides lounge around all day. Yeah, right. Summertime -- when the level of guilt grows exponentially, and the kids are around a lot and it would just be plain rude to ignore them (at least not for the whole entire time we are in the same breathing space).
I'll get to that list soon.
Right after I finish this mocha.
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