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It’s been a quiet and calm end to the summer. A lot of the things that keep us busy are in abeyance or not happening. I’m nursing my knee, so no hiking. Everyone’s back from school, camp, Camp Gramp, whatever the summer travels are. Somehow the last few weeks there’s been time to lounge in the hammock and read, or play video games under the labile blue skies. It’s easy to feel like this is just how things are now – easy. Relaxed. Calm.

But then when we sat down as a family to review the schedule for the coming week, panic set in. The kids are starting school on Wednesday. Soccer has already started and it’s like EVERY DAY and the practice schedule seems to only be communicated via screen shots of someone’s calendar sent on Snapchat. (I am not kidding. I wish I were.) And school starts on Wednesday. The rising Freshman has an academic load that looks like it’s going to hit him like a freight train – before we add in the 2 hours a day of soccer. The rising Senior is balancing school with driving lessons and drama (the on stage type, not the other type).

And then it turns out that the trip that my husband has been planning for “Fall” is suddenly “Thursday”. I’m deeply unprepared to run this household for an extended period of time without him. It’s hard enough with two of us! I’m starting to wonder if the next time I’ll take a deep breath will be early November. Hello fall – you’re welcome here. Let’s buckle up, kiddos.