Well if I’m honest, I just don’t really like August all that much. It’s like a bunch of Mondays all shoved together into one really hot month. Frantically trying to get everything in order, finishing up projects that didn’t quite make it higher on the list, taking care of misplaced apathy, lethargy, and my personal favorite; procrastination.
When you’re married to a teacher, August marks a call to return to work. Back to school, taking on an entirely different meaning our house than the excitement it brings to students.
It means that our “us” time, however little that was this summer, as AB plugged away at two other jobs, is officially wrapping up. No more lazy mornings, no more late Sunday or Tuesday or Thursday nights. Just because we could.
It means back to the theater. Back to productions. Back to rehearsals and set-building, and music cues for the next nine months. Back to me cooking dinner for my children. Woe. Woe to them.
It also means trying to cram any little piece of fun we can manage into any day we possibly can and all the while saying “this is the last time we can do this for a while”.
Bunch of Mondays…boo.
But there is something lurking on the horizon that brings me great joy and happiness. No kidding.
After I get through my
obligatory yearly 31 days of August, I’m rewarded with September. And do you know what that means? That, my friends, means that 33 days from today I get to usher in the most wonderful time of my year.
Autumn. Fall. Harvest. Ah. Like a breath of fresh air. Because I love me some summer. Don’t get me wrong. But I HEART, DOUBLE HEART me some Fall. Can I get an amen? Amen. (there, gave myself one…)
And for three glorious months I get to enjoy those amazing reds, oranges, browns and chocolate colors, cool evenings, pumpkins, dressing up, turkey, baking, spice candles burning, and warm banana nut bread fresh from the oven. And soup. Wonderful soup. And leaves. Oh, the colors...and walking outside and not melting into the ground. Ahem.
So I’m gonna push my way right on through August. Because I know I get that sweet, sweet favorite time of year when it’s over. And the way months are flying off the page over here? It’s right around another few Mondays…
September! Paging September…please come to front of the calendar!! You’re #1 Fan is missing you so…