The trouble with staging, this striving to make our home feel like a hotel, is eventually you succeed, and this living in a hotel leads to the kids looking at me with eyes that plead: What now?
Boredom leads to bickering over who swims The Best, debated within what Jennifer Grey would agree is my personal space, their words bouncing off our empty walls.
(The fact that they both swim better than me, the weak link in the swimming gene pool, escapes them. It always makes me chuckle.)
In a few short days, I will be whisked away to Bermuda for the week and soon after, school starts again. I strive to live in the here and now, but this looking ahead helps me let out my fuse and hold my tongue.
Summer has but a short shelf life.