Summer ends for my family on Monday. That’s when all the kids go back to school. You’d think I’d be happy. I’ll have more time on my hands, an empty house, no one under foot.
But I’m not.
I’ve always hated the end of summer. It makes me sad 😦
I think because it forces me to realize the kids are getting older. Another summer gone, another school year under way. Another year behind me and too few in front of me with the kids. Soon they’ll be leaving. Really soon. My oldest is 18 and while she’s moaning and groaning that she decided to stay at home and go to college, I know the day will come all too soon when she does eventually move out.
I’m also not one for routine. Some people thrive on it, can’t function without it. Not me. I like every day to be different. I don’t like getting up Mon-Fri at the same time and do the exact same thing each time. I like variety and if school is anything, it’s routine.
Today I went to the grocery store and was sad because next time my little grocery shopper helper won’t be with me and I’ll have to do it all alone. I won’t find unexpected things in my basket. I won’t hear giggles because someone tried to sneak something in my basket. I won’t have anyone to talk to. Sheesh. I’m depressing myself.
For my husband the end of the school year is sad. Not because the kids will be home for three months. Well, that might be part of the reason. But because for him the end of the school year signifies that the kids are getting older.
So what about you? Does the end of summer depress you or are you ready for school to start?