the last day of summer vacation
i’m trying not to complain.
trying to keep it close and finish the summer well.
but self-care is real. introverts are real.
and one person caring for three people everyday for three months is a draining occupation.
i’m past entering in.
i’m past getting myself to a yoga class.
i’m past a girl’s night out.
i feel feral. my thoughts consist of a few ad slogans from the 80’s, snatches of pop song lyrics, cartoons and swear words. i can barely string two original thoughts together.
the summer has reduced me. i’m less now than i was before it.
once in a while they look over their shoulder to call back at me to hurry up. i see now that one day they will leave me in the dust entirely.
and that’s okay.
but could you just hand me that coffee cup there?
and would you join me in a moment of silent thanksgiving for the public school system?
and would you please excuse me while i slip out the back door and head into the woods where no bird or small, four-legged creature asks of me one single thing.