Its June already and life is busier than ever. Some days when I get a minute to stop and think I wonder where my time has gone. I remember when I was a kid and summer was not so hectic. Now that I’m grown I wonder how my parents ever made it through the summer sane.
Now that I am grown and have a job, I think of the times when as a child we traveled during the summer.
As an adult I see my 5 weeks of vacation time, and wonder, when I have children, how am I going to ensure that by the time summer comes around I will have enough vacation time to go to Disney Land or on the family vacation that I know will be required over the summer break.
When I have children, I don’t want them to remember the summer as the most boring part of the year, but as a time when they had fun. I’m sure every parent wants this.
I honestly don’t see how my mother was able to raise me and my sisters and still have time to think at night. I don’t have children and I rarely have time to think. And when I do, I wish I was a kid again and didn’t have to bother.
