They had made it through another school year and summer was fast approaching.
It was the end of May, beginning of June time frame and the kids were finishing up the last of their assignments. Though each home schooling year had its own challenges, each had it own rewards.
With every passing year it felt like there were two sides competing for the loudest voice in her head though. One said, “See? Don’t you feel like you have more experience now? You just made it through another year! You know more of what you don’t like and what you do like, so next year will be a bit easier, eh?“
The second voice said, “You could have done so many more things. You didn’t take near as many trips to the library as you said you would. Are you sure you still want to keep doing this?“
But she knew both were right and wrong, yet could not be trusted to fester in her wondering mind, which when left alone tended to sway to the side of self-condemnation.
She had previously overcome a huge hurdle in her like, where she became free from the traps of too many rules, too many to-do’s that never got met, and of the self loathing that led to depression and lack of joy in teaching her kids.
She was not about to dwell on the past and let it take hold of their summer before it even arrived.
She picked up a box stacked upon many others in the living room and turned it on its edge to see if she could find the pan she needed to cook with.
They’d been living out of boxes for almost two months now, preparing for a move that wasn’t in a hurry to happen.
She found the pan and breathed a sigh of relief. If she’d had to look much longer it was going to be sandwiches, no buts about it.
As she cooked, she pondered what they could do on the tight budget they had. Many folks were either out of town or making plans for week long vacations, but their mini getaway had already come and gone.
Giving the rice stir, she glanced out the window to check on the kids and an ad on the table caught her eye.
There they were in all their neon glory. A big blow up pool and some lawn chairs. Fifty bucks, tops. They could swing that!
She picked up her phone and dialed her hubby.
“Remember how I’ve been trying to think of something for the kids to do this summer? I think I found it.”
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