You know how when you're running, and you trip, and you have to do that wild, staggering stride just to keep from falling over until you catch your balance again? That's what it's been like since we got back from the beach.
I'm glad we went at the end of the season, and left the day before Labor Day. It wasn't crowded until Saturday, which made it a whole lot easier to leave on Sunday. Sweet Daughter was really looking forward to going back to school, so she wasn't too torn up about leaving, either. But it's been non-stop ever since. I'm finally caught up on laundry, but remember the water meter issue? It's still leaking, just not as spectacularly. (Thank you to the three neighbors who helped with the issue while I was out of town!) There's food in the house, but the grass needs to be cut, and we've been getting pop-up showers after work. Oh, and the mower's not working (solenoid? safety contact under the seat not engaging?) but the neighbor will look at it when it cools off a bit.
The transition to a new teacher and classmates seems to be going well so far this year, and SD is already plotting and planning her first book report. A few more days, and I'm sure we'll hit our new groove, which is good. I tend to forget just how busy September and October are.