We’re back at the lake after a long weekend at the beach celebrating my dad’s birthday. It was a great trip, just the right amount of time. We weren’t quite ready to leave, but we had gotten a little taste of almost everything. The kids swam in the ocean for the first time, and I ordered pina coladas beside the pool. We took long naps in cold hotel rooms and ate crab and bought souvenir t-shirts.
At the last minute, The Gorilla was able to fly in for a few days. The announcement of the movie - this switch of release dates - has thrown his work into happy chaos. There is so much to do before October. So we were relieved to have him to ourselves for a weekend in paradise.
Today is our last day at the lake house. We’ve been here six weeks with a constant flow of houseguests shaking off their boots from the rain. The kids and I are ready to catch our breath in Los Angeles. We are a grateful tired.
This summer has consumed me, really. When people ask the ages of the kids and I tell them that my daughter is three and my son is one, they usually raise their eyebrows and grimace in a sort of “yikes” gesture. And then we all laugh. Some days this does feel like the very trenches of mothering.
Once, years ago, someone told me that people didn’t want to hear anything on this blog that wasn’t positive. That people come to HH to escape and that I should deliver up the “charmed” parts of being a Hollywood Housewife and leave the rest out. I didn’t and don’t agree with it, I think what is so special about personal blogs is the thread of universal themes. Whether you’re in California or Oklahoma or Italy, parenting and wife-ing isn’t all that different. But I think about that sometimes, whether this site reflects HH or Laura.
I’ve decided to take my second annual August blogging sabbatical. I needed it last year before I traveled to Sri Lanka, and I need it this year before the press and promotion that will surround the movie in September through November. Of course, the very moment I decided to take a break, the words came pouring. So I have a week to get out what I need to, and then I’ll (hopefully) spend the last month of the summer writing and storing up. Or maybe just being quiet. That’s helpful, too.
Today is full of many things Housewife and not so many things Hollywood. I have mountains of laundry and my hair still has sand in it. We traveled yesterday, and we’ll travel again tomorrow, and that’s just what our life looks like all the time: dots of normalcy and dots of not. After all these years, I’m still getting used to it.