That awkward moment when you spend aaaages saying goodbye to someone, and then moments later you turn around and they're still there. "Oh, hi Summer! You're.... still... here..." I'm not complaining. Or at least, I know full well that I shouldn't be complaining. BUTWHYISITSOHOT?!!!!! I'm a rational human being. I am aware of the seasonal version of grass-is-always-greener. I know that come wintertime I'll be all like WHYISITSOCOLDINEEDSOMEWARMNOW?!!!! But it def doesn't stop me from feeling deeply not-in-love with this relentless heat. And am I wrong, or is it actually getting hotter? Because, you know, global warming and that. Are we all about to diiiiiiiiieeeeee???? Totes joking. But really, are we??
We visited a pretty epic beach yesterday, I'll show you those pics soon. It's an unreal place, very different-worldy. I climbed my way across the sand and was all like, "it feels like we're in the Sahara Desert", and I tried to keep the complaining out of my voice and make it more of a conversational, observational statement, rather than a blatant whinge which it actually was. Once we reached our destination, a spa-shaped rock pool, I attempted to channel a more zen-like attitude. For a while I was like, "woooooow, look at where we aaaaaaare, it's so beeeeeaaautiful." The others seemed to be genuinely having a really neat time, and I, remembering a refrain my hippy brother used to use about 50 times a day, was "choosing to be happy." And yet the minute there was a tiny suggestion (accidental on their part) of going home, my bags were packed quicker than you could stub out a cigarette, baby was in his backpack, and we were heading back up that fun ole steepy steeeeeep hill.
So. If you are a summer-lover and feeling shocked by the feelings I've just relayed, don't get me wrong. I love summer. I love it when it arrives after a chilly, relentlessly rainy winter. I love the first crisp smell of it. I love the first waft of sunblock, and the delicious novelty of summer fruits. It's just that, there's only so much beachy-sandy-sweaty-packing-unpacking-stickyicecreamoneverything-thousandthingstodoallday-toohottodoanyofthem that I can deal with and still feel chipper. I mean, like, let the other seasons have their moment to shine, Summer! Meanwhile, my kids are so happy, lapping up every second of this sunny weather. I could really take a leaf out of their book.
And now, I guess it's time to pack our things and head off to another sweltering playcentre session. "Choose to be happy." *SMILES* Thanks bro x