“Lazy Days of Summer”… I crack myself up!
Psst…come closer. I want to let y’all in on a little secret…I hate summer. There. I said it out loud.
Next week brings two-a-day practices for The Beast (assuming she gets her mental game on and actually makes the team…yes, the team’s strongest outside hitter is in jeopardy of being cut today); long practices for my football playing baby (no word on A team or B team or even what position he is going to play); and the countdown until
hysterical weeping the boy heads to college really picks up.
And, me? God is continuing to meet me faithfully every single time I cry out to Him…
…which is about every 2 seconds.