Summer Overscheduled

It seems like everyone is doing it.  Everything.  Go!  Go!  Go!  Visiting, seeing, doing, going, experiencing, documenting... LIVING. 

We're a family that requires and thrives on more structure and routine than most of our friends.  There are medical and personal quirk [not just mine] reasons for our adherence to a simpler schedule.  At times it's been necessary, other times it's been preferred, but moderate activity has prevented one or all of us from going apeshit.

The summer of 2010 we challenged our semi-rigid norm.  With older kids -- the youngest boy almost civilized -- we were ready to lighten up.  Bring on the fun, the excitement, the spontaneous memory making activities and the seductive busy that everyone else wedges into life!  We abandoned schedule and routine.  And it almost killed us.  Me.  Us.  We're pooped.

There were birthdays, day trips, weekend trips, week-long trips, music lessons, writing classes, projects, trail races, doctor appointments, speeding tickets, a traveling husband, parasites, junk food, organic food, new friends, old friends, laughs and a few tears.  We had slow-paced days, but not enough.

I've always admired life's mustangs.  I want to run with them, but I also want to sit on the porch and watch them run by.

Next summer, I'm going to do both... better.

[Photo courtesy of Google images.]