July 11, 2013 by themommahen
The Husband gets a little annoyed when I declare things over before they’ve really begun. My parents will tell you I’ve always been that way. I can still remember around five-years-old, when I declared to them that I was never going to get a driver’s license, go to high school, go to college, move out or get married. (Punchline: I guess I was destined to move back in with them at some point.)
But the point is I always see the finish line of a good time, looming in the distance, mocking and taunting me, daring me to have a good time. Overall, I’m a pretty optimistic person, a glass-half-full kinda gal. But as I’ve chronicled here many times, I often have to force myself to live in the moment.
I also have to stop myself from saying things like, “welllllll, summer is almost over!” or “wow, can you believe there are only 34 more days of summer vacation?” because I don’t want to pass on this particular quirk of mine.
So don’t tell the Hatchlings, but summer is half-full.