This is the first summer of my life I'm not kicking out the door. I've actually, dare I say, enjoyed it? Which is weird, because I've gone to the pool zero times, been on no vacations or road trips, most of my summer clothes still don't fit quite right, and I'm nowhere near filling my iced coffee quota. In fact, I've spent 98% of this summer inside, basking in the air conditioning. I haven't even had one sunburn! I have, on the other hand, eaten at least 17 watermelons.
I think I'm not ready for summer to end because I feel like it hasn't even started yet. August is my least favorite month of every year. I'm usually foaming at the mouth at this point for fall. I'm daydreaming of pumpkins. I'm salivating for all things pumpkin spice. I'm thinking about leaves. I'm fantasizing about soups and chilis. I'm googling boots. I'm walking to the back of my closet to fondle a sweater or two. But if you told me right now we had to start over in June and live through another summer, I'd say pass me another watermelon.
But get this. Remember when I frightened myself by accidentally liking football last winter? I'm kind of, like, maybe looking forward to college football this year? Should I admit this? And when I think about it, I am looking forward to going on morning walks with the babe in the frosty air without having to swat mosquitos away from the both of us. Maybe I should buy myself a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils (let's all pause to honor You've Got Mail for this image) to get myself in the mood? Drink some cinnamon tea? Order some red and grey shoes in honor of Ohio State?
Oops, already did that one.
I started this post to talk about how I'm not ready for summer to end, yet here I am talking myself into fall. I guess some things never change. But tell me the truth...am I the only one that craves school supplies in August? I've been out of school for 4 years and it still pains me deeply that I'm not scheduling classes and buying textbooks. Where are my new clothes for fall? Can I still buy a new backpack? Would that be weird?
Suddenly, I'm having a lot of feelings. I still think of the year in terms of the school schedule. Every fall I still feel myself gear up for school, even though nothing in my life changes other than putting my sweaters in the front of my closet. I could ramble on for another century, but I just realized I wrote about this exact thing 2 years ago. Say it with me now: some things never change.
I have to say, one of the many benefits of having a kid is reliving those school years all over again. But not actually living them. I know she's only 4 months old, but I think she needs some notebooks and pencils, don't you?
So basically ignore everything I said at the beginning of this post. I'll be in my closet polishing my boots and swaddling myself with scarves. Know any good soup recipes?