I had a draft post written up early in August about how August is my least favorite month of the year and how this year I was going to make the best of it and force myself to enjoy the month. You know what? August was terrible. Good riddance.
The popular opinion among many of friends is that this summer can’t end fast enough and everyone seems eager to move on to fall. I don’t know if I’d say it’s been the worst summer ever for me. I mean, I didn’t get swine flu and I didn’t work 60 hours a week every week of the summer. However, it was a very up-and-down summer between the last Cornerstone Festival possibly ever, a fun but tiring trip to Walt Disney World, and saying goodbye to our cat. That’s a lot of highs and lows and it’s made me difficult to function so if you haven’t heard much from me lately that’s probably why.
Then this weekend, we took the girls to the first football game of the year. The weather even cooperated, it genuinely felt like fall. The girls alternated between “This is awesome!” and “I want to go home!” for most of the game, but I think they had a good time. I didn’t see very much of the game while keeping them occupied but it was fun (and I am glad that they are staying with babysitters for the rest of the season.) I know we are a week and a half away from the official start of autumn but it’s like even nature can’t wait to get this started. Bring it on, I say. I’ve got my coffee ready, I’m already overdosing in football, and soon it will be apple-picking and pumpkin-carving time. I’m ready for autumn.