Monday, August 1, 2011

An Open Letter to August

Dear August,

Here you are again. My, how 12 months have flown by. When we last saw you, I had a baby that looked like this:

Now, he looks like this:

Amazing, right? Time just keeps marching on and you August, just keep coming back.

I'll be honest, I wish you would stay away. It's nothing personal, in fact, before I became a mom I used to get excited for you: you're my birthday month!

You taught me the love of presents.

Still August, all the presents in the world can't make up for the fact that you bring with you the end of summer. Summer with my boy. Summer at the zoo and trips and pools and cuddling in the morning.

You bring with you going back to work and going back to daycare. You see, June and July start to lull me into a false sense of security, and you August, you take it all away. It's rude of you, to be quite frank.

Expect me to be a little sour with you August. All 31 days of you. I will probably perk up around the 19th, but after that, it's back to being Debbie Downer.

I encourage you to take a vacation next year, August. Take your friends September through May with you and convince the calendar to skip right to June again. Consider it an early birthday present to me.

Yours truly,
gin

To read my open letter to August from last year, click here.

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3 comments:

Crystal Cattle said...

Haha. I can not believe it is August. Although, I need ever possible hour August has to offer to get everything done, I kind of hope it flies bye. There are so many exciting things that September has to offer!
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Handy Man, Crafty Woman said...

Oh I hear you about August. I don't even want to THINK about school starting yet, and we start later than most areas of the country. He's so cute!!

beautifulspitup said...

Well unfortunately I can't relate, because I'm not a teacher and my son doesn't go to daycare. To me summer means it's hot and I have to buy new weather-appropriate clothes, but that's about it. I still have to go to work same as I do in winter, spring and fall. {UGH} I can only imagine how it must feel to have a few months of quality time with your little man and then have August come in and snatch it away. Damn you August. Damn you.

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