the sounds of summer.

Summer’s here.

And its name is Trouble.

Well, sort of.

Camp has started.

And I feel . . .

insane.  exhausted.  sleepy.  unable to properly punctuate my words.

I think there is a continual buzzing in my ears of something.

Oh wait – that’s the steady sound of my youngest son’s constant displeasure at all things.

Like the air that surrounds him.

And like every food item I place upon his usually-circular food holder.

MmmmHmmmm.

That’s the kind of life I am living right now.

The kind of life where when I acquired a half hour of quiet time at our home, I retreated to our closet.

And spent thirty minutes sweeping the floor, throwing out shamefully worn out footwear, being shocked at how filthy said floor was, counting my husband’s running shoes (four), wondering if I had ever actually swept that floor in the three years we have lived here, finding a clever way to store all those shoes in a neat and orderly fashion and otherwise imposing calm over chaos – in a two by four foot rectangle.

It was the best I could do.

When things get loud tomorrow,

and I am certain that they will,

maybe I’ll just go sit in my closet.