New Year's in July
I don’t know about you, but I treat summer as one giant New Year’s Resolution in which I will cram a multitude of my overly-aggressive, unrealistic goals in the span of 2 ½ months, only to fail miserably at said goals, and pick up a couple of new bad habits along the way instead.
I like to plan summer activities with a three-tiered approach of foolishness: 1) organization of chaos, 2) vacations to exotic lands, and 3) projects that would take the entire staff of Martha Stewart Living working nights, weekends, and holidays to actually achieve.
Why I believe I can accomplish things that would normally take me a decade or more in a mere 10 weeks of hot weather is beyond me, but I continue to delude myself year after year nonetheless. There aren’t any more closets cleaned, scrapbook pages completed or a single drawer lined with lavender paper than there were last July. We have not traveled to the Grand Canyon by way of Mount Rushmore, nor have I painted that mural on the nursery wall. The only project I’ve managed to work on with some success is watching 4 past seasons of “Project Runway.”
I guess we’ve just been working on other things. Swimming. Family Movie nights. Sleeping in. Cooking. Tickling the baby. Making blanket tents in the family room.
That doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for the sock drawers.
In the end its fitting that I continue to make these over-zealous organizational plans during summer and not in January like the rest of the world.
Since we’re all out of school, I guess I’ll never learn.