Change coming

So C has put Air on, and it's the perfect soundtrack to these past few weeks... languid, slow, melting.

It's really really hot. Day after day of fierce sun and blue skies and afternoon storm clouds that build menacingly but rarely bring cooling rain.

The unhurriedness and heaviness that come with the heat make it seem like we're still on holidays. Weekends snoozing on friends' lawns and paddling in luke-warm lakes. Weekday afternoons seeking relief in the neighbour's luke-warm pool. Evenings splashing in the paddling pool. Swimmers always hanging up to dry. Skin sticky with sunscreen. Kids' bedtimes not strictly observed.

Monday is going to be a bit of a shock.

For the first time ever in my life as a mother, I'm going to have to have myself and the kids presentable and fed and out the door bright and early, every day, to get Téo to school and Lukan to the garderie.

No more faffing about in the morning, handing the kids over to the babysitter at whatever stage they're at - eating breakfast, just woken up, still asleep.

No more lazy afternoons that lead to late dinners and late bedtimes.

Summer, and my easy ride so far as a mother, is over.

Good bye Air, hello marching band.

Yikes.