We typically have incredible Septembers (our Junes are horrible, so yes, that's still three months). The blue sky sticks around for the most part, but the temps cool dramatically, and the promise of fall seeps in through every softening sun beam. Though it is our right... our duty to complain to the rest of the world (and each other) about the nine months of dreary blah, there's a secret pull in all of us as we wait for September deep in our hearts.
Summer here is so spectacular, so fun, so busy, so... SUMMER that it's kind of like a just-a-bit-too-long vacation that you're secretly dying to get home from. To get back to normal. To get back into routine. To be home.
So when we, admittedly somewhat often, have true Indian summers, where the warm temps and bright sun push on longer than we expect, those same endearing qualities of the season turn to hot temps and glaring sun to us native rain-soakers. And when that happens, everyone gets a little thrown off.
It's certainly happening around here. Not just in our little family, but all around us. People are on edge, drama is popping up where it shouldn't, tempers are quickening, as we all feel a bit uneasy. It's time for us to get back. Time for things to slow down, time for a weekend without plans, time for nights in the living room after dinner and not jumping off docks and hosing off popsicle-covered kids.
Gracie starting school has added an element to it that I had forgotten about. Even with only a three-day, Tuesday through Thursday schedule, it seems like our new normal. We're not getting up any earlier, but we're certianly getting out the door more quickly. We have School Picture Day on the calendar and doctor's appointments marked in red. We have uniforms to clean and backpacks to prepare each day. It's actually helping. Getting our family into a school year routine is oddly settling, even with our record high temps this week.
Afternoons in the 90s are just too hot around here. Like I've said before, no one here has air conditioning. So we all just sit and wait for it to be a little more bearable. Then, in a relative instant, it will be. Already in the short forecast on my phone, it has a high of 63 and straight rain for next Monday. We won't bounce back from that. Fall will be officially here. It's the last few days of SUMMER around here, and we're more than happy.
Gracie already asked when we can take "Baby", that's Lyla, to the pumpkin patch. I don't drink coffee. EVER. But I'm ready for my once-yearly pumpkin spice latte. My summer materinty wardrobe is all dresses I wore to work while pregnant with Gracie, and that's just not my life right now. I can't wait to get into the long-sleeved, giant-bellied t-shirts I wore the whole time with Lyla. I'm tired of my flip flops, ready for my boots. The girls will be picture-perfect cuties in their rain jackets and winter coats.
But most of all, I'm ready for us all to settle down, bunk up, and snuggle in. I've been slowly starting to clean things out, here and there, and I think it's the beginning of my nesting. I think that's really what's making the fall anticipation so palpable this year. Though it's difficult to wrap my brain around, my heart knows our family will be (most likely) be complete this winter. And we're all ready to move in that direction.