One month to go, I keep telling myself, just one month to go. My seasonal affective disorder has hit it’s peak, and I’m feeling pretty awful at the moment. I had a rough weekend, and Monday was no walk in the park. I got the kids out of the house for a bit on Tuesday, and then they fought for the rest of the day. I woke up today listless, exhausted, and blah.

Summer needs to end like two months ago.