If you’re reading this, congratulations. You did it. You made it through September.
It was touch and go for a while there. I don’t mean to sound dramatic but it really felt like September was going to break me at times.
I don’t know exactly why, to be honest. Something about the shift in the season, the impending months of rain and gloom, the back-to-school chaos and feelings and schedule enforcement, not to mention the emergency preparedness forms that always seem to send me into a spiral of anxiety and sadness. Note to future Hillary: structure the expiry of Poppy’s EpiPens better next year so you don’t have fill out emergency contacts for Grady’s school the same week you visit Poppy’s allergist for a new prescription. The what-ifs were not kind to me in September.
And now it’s the second week of October. Grady is settled into his new classroom. We’re rocking the morning get-out-the-door scramble. The days are getting shorter and there’s a chill in the air but it’s less terrible than it was a month ago. It’s no longer shocking to head out the door in the morning and realize it’s jacket season. It just is. It’s time for flannel and cinnamon and closed-toe shoes.
If you need me, I’ll be over here soothing myself with pumpkin pie and preparing to hibernate until next summer.