No. I am not referring to the wipe out I had on Hillary's last step. The one that took the beautiful tan skin off of my knee forever. Wiped out is how August leaves us feeling. We are wiped out from early mornings that school requires. Wiped out from all the extra tears Maeve has shed during her transition to big school. Wiped out from the hot football practices and Saturday morning games. Wiped out from weekend grocery shopping, from paper grading, homework, folder signing, and lunch packing. If we remembered what Augusts were like each year, we would rip it from our yearly calendar altogether.
This year we have an extra factor contributing to our wipe outs- house hunting. Our house is officially under contract, which means we are searching for our next home. I think we have riden through each nook and crany and reviewed all the online pictures. Phew! This week, we will start actually visiting some houses. I am hoping for a Griswald moment where the light will be shining down and we will just know.
Here's to getting used to our new routine! September has got to be smoother.
