Holy cow. I don't know about you, but I am worn out. June has been its usual (at least for the past three years or so) frantic, frenetic, frenzied, barely controlled chaos with a few added sparks tossed in just for fun.
There was a security breach on my Amazon account, resulting in my account being closed, which discombobulated my seller account (and I had pending sales!). It's taken a bit of time to get sorted out, what with my Kindle (yes, I lost some books there). Amazon gave me a gift card to cover the loss of my downloaded books I lost; I was grateful. Then there was a mammogram scare that turned out to be nothing. And that was just last week!
Betwixt and between the unprepared- and unlooked-for events, we've juggled daily swim team practices; weekly swim meets (this year, I co-chaired concessions for two home meets -- a new experience for me); practice rides and lessons each week on the equestrian front; three horse shows; Miss Priss's first-ever middle school choir mission trip to Pensacola, FL; dental, ortho, and eye appointments; getting together with friends; pool visits (the girls can go by themselves this year -- hallelujah!); a complete overhaul of the study/schoolroom; Jasper's weekly obedience training; AND our trip to Hawaii. Plus we're getting ready for our journey to Maine, which is a monumental task with a multitude of its own requirements.
June in the deep South. That's my first summer.
By this time next week, we'll be in Maine, and my second summer begins. More on that later.