My husband left for work while both my daughter and I were asleep.
My daughter made pancakes for breakfast. At 10:00.
My normally quiet house has had music echoing off all its surfaces for the past hour-and-a-half, with few exceptions.
While I'm very glad to have my daughter home, and to have dispensed with an alarm clock for the foreseeable future, I'm already sensing that creating a work schedule is going to be a tad challenging.
There are parts of summer vacation I adore. Having my family around more often. Sleeping in. Reading for pleasure.
Yet all of these wonderful things conspire to make the day-to-day more challenging. When I'm enjoying the down time, my to-do list runs like a ticker tape in the back of my mind. When I'm working and my family isn't, I feel as though I should step away from the computer or the planner, which brings up another way that I know summer vacation has just begun.
I haven't found my balance yet. Yesterday, I read, napped, played on my iPad and watched Harry Potter (and felt very guilty). Consequently, today I should be writing and editing and planning and putting my house in order, both literally and figuratively.
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And my daughter has just returned with a Starbucks for me.
Maybe balance is overrated.