The longest day of the year only seemed longer because we had a pretty rough morning around here. One of those days where you just want to run away or crawl back into bed. The boys weren't getting along with eachother, and I was having a tough time getting along with them. I know the pictures I post can be pretty idyllic, but don't get me wrong, we're real people around here who have some days that are better than other days, some days that are great, and others that are not so good at all.
And in the midst of all this, the lawnmower, which I just picked up from the repair shop yesterday, broke down on me again. You know those times when you can't get something to work, and somebody else tries it and it starts right up for them? Yes, it was one of those times. Then we were out of gas. Oh, and the grass was about a foot tall because it's been raining for 3 weeks, so it took forever, on the second 80+ degree day of the year. In the back "yard" I decided to mow a crazy, curvy path through the tall grass to play in for a day or so before I'll mow it all down, and felt much better after that.
When C finished work, we went for a swim at a nearby lake. There's nothing like a beautiful, sunny evening at the beach to brighten your attitude, too.
Back home, we had dinner, played in the grass path, and went to bed. E asked me to sing "Don't take my sunshine away." I don't know the real name of the song, or even if I know the correct lyrics, but my Mom used to sing it to me too:
You are my sunshine. You are my sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."
Appropriate for the Solstice, I thought.
Two hours later, E was still awake, tossing and turning and calling for me to come and lay down with him. "I NEED YOU, MAMA!" Since it was still so light out and such a beautiful night, I asked him to go for a little walk with me to pick some daisies. It was a nice time together. When we returned, I went and laid down with him in his bed. 25 minutes later, when he was still awake listening to the birds sing, I came downstairs and let him cry himself to sleep.
Here's to shorter days to come, hopefully better days, and earlier bedtimes.
Oh, by the way the pictures are of the wild roses growing where I can see them from a distance from the kitchen window. The yarn is my Sockapal2za yarn, Mountain Colors Bearfoot, in the color Rosehip. When I send the socks out in September, these bushes will have rosehips on them, instead of blossoms. Nice coincidence.
Happy Solstice.