How was your weekend?
You remembered to fall back, right?
Like you didn’t get a million reminders online.
I was reading Twitter yesterday morning at 5 am and every other tweet was about other mom bloggers getting up with their kids yesterday and how screwed up it was because of the time change.
And I laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
Because my youngest gets up at 5 EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Welcome to my pathetic world.
The kind where on Monday morning we say, “too much weekend”, while shuffling through the house in a daze.
My husband and I worked in the girls’ bathroom.
Well, I should say he worked in the girls’ bathroom while I supervised.
I planned it all out but there was really nothing I could do to help other than hand him tools and screws.
That didn’t sound dirty in my head.
Anyway, I can’t wait to show it to you next week.
It looks amazing and I am forever grateful for my husband.
Not many men would DVR the Bears game to help me install a new mirror in the girls’ bathroom and not complain once about it.
Okay, not complain twice about it.
I love him so.
See how many check marks?
That’d be four.
I am aware that fall is not yet over.
But let’s face it.
It really is.
Because when you have kids, fall is really only October.
Let me rephrase that.
When you live in northern Illinois, fall is really only October.
Because for some reason, once it hits November 1 on the calendar here, all hell breaks loose.
Leaves literally fall off all the trees overnight October 31st, dark skies loom all day every single day.
Even colder, cold.
And it gets dark.
In the afternoon.
So you need to get all your fun fall activities done before October 31st in these parts.
But that did not even happen here this year.
Make lots of soup?
I even wrote a note to…I don’t even know who, ourselves??…..about a possible last-minute substitution.
Does chili count?
You can even see the summer checklist peeking through.
Like it’s taunting us about our epic fall fail.
We definitely had lots of bonfires.
With our neighbor friends.
In the driveway.
After the kids were asleep.
With booze involved.
I feel like such a failure as a parent.
What is wrong with us?????
All over blog land, Facebook and Twitter, I would see my friends, virtual and real, celebrating this the most beautiful of seasons by going to pumpkin farms, hayrides, apple farms, and the like.
And I grew up in rural Ohio.
So did the kids spend lots of time outside?
Or maybe not make one at all.