Sum-sum-summertime

Every summer, I think I'm going to catch up. Catch up on sleep. Catch up with friends. Catch up with projects and writing and music and the myriad things that I am so very not caught up on. I believe it year after year despite the fact that it never happens. I'm trying to figure out if I am an optimist or simply a fool. The truth is that I have no more time in the summer than I do in the winter yet, mentally, I behave as if I am 10 years old and have the whole summer off to do as I please. I am way past 10. This summer, I planned to blog regularly. I planned to write a quick book or two. I planned to have friends over every weekend and make caipirinhas for the adults and fauxhitos for the kids. I planned to sit on the patio and talk and listen and maybe roast a marshmallow or two. Now, here we are in mid July and I can feel the summer slipping away already. Sure, there have been a couple of caipirinhas and fauxhitos but no marshmallows and not nearly enough talking and listening. I haven't written any best sellers and y'all know that this blog has been sorely neglected.

I'm not sure why I'm writing this other than thinking that something is better than nothing. I've been thinking a lot - too much probably. I've been thinking about expectations. My parents had high expectations of me and I always had high expectations of myself. I know that I have high (some might say "unrealistic") expectations for myself and Luisa as parents. I probably expect too much of my kids. I wish I could figure out when I am expecting too much. Add to all this the expectations that others have of me. Expectations! We could drown in them.

So, let's chat, shall we? Talk to me about expectations - those you have of yourself, when you expect too much, how you keep perspective, when to expect more - anything you got.