Another season

Welcome to September 10. Wait ... What? Here's an apology for the following cliché: Summer flew by.

We're talking maximum speed, out of control, zippity-do-dah, summer went fast. It feels like a blink ago that I was figuring out what we would plant, and we're already past the too-hot-didn't-get-enough-water-amazed-we-got-anything-at-all-just-how-many-cans-of-spaghetti-sauce-will-my-husband-make-all-by-himself-without-complaining season.

I'm a little nervous that this is what summers will be like now that I have a school-aged child, and I have made a mental note to figure out how to savor a little more and do a little less next summer.

Also, this may seem completely out of left field for some of you out there, but I went and got a job this summer. A teaching job. I'm teaching 9th grade English and Language Arts. It's part-time, but let's not be fooled by that word because teaching will take as much time as you give it and so far, I've given it nearly every waking moment. It's exciting and scary and different, and I'm looking forward to seeing where it leads. I consider it a major plus that commitment-phobe-me has not even given a first thought to backing out. I'm lucky to have a very supportive family, and I actually believe I can do this.

So that's where life is at, in a nutshell. I'd like to offer myself a hearty "Welcome Back." As for the rest of you out in blog-land, I'm looking forward to catching up! While it seems like it's only been minutes, I know it's been far too long.