Where is Summer?

I'm missing summer, my favorite time of year, especially here in Michigan, since Winter is absolutely dreadful. Summer here is so pleasant, and so BRIEF! Yet somehow I've got myself over-committed with various activities, none of which are activities that I want to be doing.

I just finished doing some work for my online classes, and I've already done some work for Crossroads. Outside, the birds are chirping, children are playing, the breeze is delightful, the sunshine is beautiful and warm (but not hot), and I do NOT want to have to load up my car and head back to Big Rapids for another hectic week. I want to be painting, drawing, listening to music, walking and holding hands with my husband, sleeping late, staying up late watching old movies, playing Scrabble till the wee hours, and just rejuvenating. Instead, I'm doing what I have to, and hating it. I just want to relax and unwind! School won't end until Aug. 12, and then I'll have to go nuts getting ready for next semester.

Am I just lazy? Or am I normal? Where is my work ethic? Why don't I get excited over doing the mundane little tasks that seem to take up my husband's every waking hour? Right now he's calling candidates and setting up interview apointments. I might as well go ahead and start driving to Big Rapids. He'd never notice I was gone.

Bah humbug.

Last night I bought two new pairs of shoes, cheapies on sale at Meijer. He said, "Happy Birthday." What I said in return is not printable in a public forum. He was joking, but still, it was a reminder that I do have that Big Event hovering like a vulture.