Something is wrong with me. I’m looking forward to summer.

Good thing, because it starts tomorrow at 1:30 p.m., when school lets out after finals.

I have never liked summer, even as a child. It’s awfully hot in Texas, from May through September. I tend to wilt in the heat, like a bluebonnet. There’s an old joke that sums up my attitude: “There are three seasons in Texas—almost summer, summer and still summer.”

My two-part solution has always been 1) Go swimming, &/or 2) Go to Colorado. Well, we can’t go to Colorado (see my piece on Bessie, in case you missed it), and my teens are too cool for the pool (although I will still swim indoors at the Wellness Center).

So now I’m seriously worried that my somewhat positive attitude means the world is coming to an end. Last year I did Ann Voskamp’s 1,000 Gifts list during the summer because I knew that if I didn’t force myself to be grateful, I’d just gripe. I had good timing, since last summer was smack dab in the middle of Texas’ worst drought in 100 years.

If I change my mind and start to despair by Monday, I promise, I won’t complain. I have sworn and am determined to not have my annual August pre back-to-school meltdown.

This year I would classify my mood as semi-excited. Is it because my son will—hopefully—be driving in a month? Is it because both kids have stuff to do the entire 12 weeks? Is it because I’ve finally figured out a rhythm? Is it because HEB had their good tea on sale, and I stocked up?

Yeah, it’s the tea.


  1. You forgot the fourth season in Texas – deer season.

  2. I acknowledge two seasons during the year: Christmas and pool season.

    My husband, the Swede, tends to wilt like a Texas Bluebonnet even during relatively moderate New England summers. Yet all season long I keep asking him, “Don’t you just love summer?

    Keep the tea supplies well stocked, my friend. And enjoy!

  3. pastordt says

    I love this so much. Mixed emotions run rampant in my soul. But the tea? Oh, yes. It fixes a thousand small ills. I don’t drink that particular brand, but those I love make a difference in my entire outlook on life. And go ahead, have that meltdown. Just be sure and do it in an air-conditioned space. :>)

  4. Iced tea, right?

  5. Romanticizing tea. Yup, I see it.

  6. Gotta be the tea. You are a delight Megan.

  7. In Wyoming the joke is that we have two seasons–winter and the 4th of July. Of course, that’s not true–sometimes its been known to snow on the 4th of July. Actually I love, love, love summer in Wyoming. OK, summer and fall. Sometimes winter, but not for so many months. I’ve determined that life is good–each season has its perks, but oh how I love summer in Wyoming.

  8. I was going to say *exactly* what Darlene said.

    Michigan only has two seasons–winter and construction.

  9. It must be opposite day because I am already dreading summer. Maybe I should do Ann’s book again?