It’s hard to believe, but my daughter’s summer vacation is only four days away from being over with. This is the first summer where I’ve stayed home and for the most part, it’s been fun. There’s been a few challenges, of course, the midget is pretty good about occupying herself through out the day, but she still gets a little antsy, and usually I’ll have to take an extended break from whatever I’m working on to play video games, or head out for a quick outing to somewhere we both enjoy (Usually the bookstore.). And, of course, there have been times where she turns into the littlest Hitler and attempts to boss me and Mrs. Rawson around (Last night was particularly bad. The midget tried to bully us into going and picking up food instead of just eating what I made for dinner.), those moments, however, are usually short lived. But they have been occurring more frequently as we get closer to the first day of school. I can’t tell if she’s grumpy or excited about re-starting school? She’s, unfortunately, inherited my pokerface when it comes things she’s excited/pissed off about.
The one thing I have liked about this summer is that it’s been quiet. Don’t get me wrong, we’ve never been a constant chaos kind of family. We like the quiet and togetherness and try our best to not disrupt it. But this summer has been particularly quiet and I feel that we’ve grown a lot closer as a family. Most evenings when the day is done, all we’ll do is maybe watch a half hour of television (I think one of the real benefits of dropping cable and going 100% streaming is our overall time watching television has been cut in half, if not more.), but most of the time we just talk, joke, and sometimes play a board game. After the girls have gone upstairs, I usually put on some music, and then do nothing but read until I get tired. I know, it’s sounds boring, but I find it very peaceful. Hopefully we’ll be able to maintain this as the school year goes into full swing and as our new addition to the family grows larger and larger (Mrs. Rawson is experiencing the usual first four months of new baby: Morning/afternoon/evening sickness, hard fatigue, the usual stuff she honestly thought she would never have to go through again.), but I’m guessing it won’t, and that’s okay, because sometimes you need a little chaos.
Even though I will miss having the midget around all day, I will say that I’m looking forward to having the house to myself during the day. I’m a creature of habit, and I do tend to get a lot more work done when it’s just me and the dogs.
Anyway, in case you haven’t seen it yet, I wrote a listicle (By the way, folks, I fucking hate listicles. But, you know, it seems like a whole bunch of people are into them.) for LitReactor about one of my favorite novelists, Barry Gifford. So if you haven’t already, please feel free to check it out.