As a kid, this was the saddest month ever. Things are quite different now - as a stay-at-home mom, I am ready to celebrate. Amazing how life changes our views, isn't it?
I've treasured the summer months our family has had together. We had a very social summer, one of the busiest ever, I believe. There were loads of parties, playdates, sleepovers, dinners... and it was all wonderful.
Of course, being out and about meant I had to actually do my hair, put on some stuff known as "Make Up" and, worst of all, shave my limbs.
So I'm ready for a few days of fall. I've planned some family stuff and the get-togethers will continue, of course, but perhaps I can extend the time between leg clippings now that I can wear pants without going into heat shock.
I'm going to bump up writing time, of course. There have been several stories bumping around in my head for several weeks now, and I may just explode if I don't get them out.
Rushing about with a kid seriously eats into workout time, I've found, so I'm going to bump that up as well. My workout of choice is jogging, and apparently walking around the supermarket saying, "No, I'm not going to by you a donut" every five minutes to your kid doesn't count as exercise.
Naturally, there are all the fall things to look forward to: the colors, the fresh air, Halloween, HoneyCrisp apples, walks outside with a friend, sweatshirts, football...
Sure, I know there will be headaches in the future as well; this is real life, after all. My kid is going into third grade, and I hear that the work gets serious at this point. Like, projects and tests and stuff. Plus, we're jumping, with complete blind faith, into the soccer pool. Yeah, clueless about that, but I have the feeling Momma is going to be sitting at a lot of practices. That's ok - bring it on. Did I mention the pants and the dialing back on leg shaves?
So, hurray, summer! You were fantastic. We had an incredible time. And now - bring on the fall.