The End Is Near

Have you ever participated in a race? You know that moment when you are physically drained, emotionally finished and your blurred vision is fixed on the finish line? I'm there. I'll admit that although I am not actually counting the minutes, I am looking forward to the return of routine and structure. Come on, confess, you know exactly what I am talking about.

As the summer draws to a close I am attempting one last hurrah. We are going camping, again. Those of you who have read my other posts know how our camping trips always end... with r#@n. Yes, rain has become a four letter word when combined with a camping trip. Cross your fingers and join me in my rather fanatical fascination of the weather network. My parents, myself and the kiddos are heading north, far north, potentially 6 hours in a car, north (oh dear.... what was I thinking?) I am looking forward to the majestic vistas of leaves and lakes. I cannot wait to hike, swim and visit with loved ones in a relaxed setting. I can wait for the feasting mosquitos, the sticky mess of marshmallows and the persistent whine of, "how much longer?"

I need this trip. It is one last attempt to make summer memories to last a lifetime. When we return, we will gear up for a return to school, work and the normalcy that I crave. But, until then, we're going camping again and you know what that means? I'll have lots and lots of laundry.