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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