Summer, the season everyone loves to love (but don’t lie, we don’t love the excessive heat). Honestly, I have a love-hate relationship with this season. Seriously, I hate being too hot. Is there a word for when you get so hot that you’re cranky? There’s no way it’s hanky, LOL. Anyway, that’s me. I get under-hydrated and overheated and I’m a mess (ask my husband).
So farewell to summer…
On top of the heat, there’s so much pressure to do all of the things, make the most of every day, and have a jam-packed schedule. It’s fun for the first few days, maybe even weeks, but it feels hard to keep up with the constant movement with no reprieve. I try to make the most of the season like I’m supposed to… time outside, activities, so much sunscreen (like, seriously, so much), and the overall force to feel like I need to be happy all the time. It’s just too much.
I want to love summer so much. I try so hard to, especially since having kids. Why does it take 87 hours to get ready to leave the house for an 87-second return on investment? I’m a little bit kidding, but really only a little. Summer adventures can be really fun, I swear. Each summer has been so different since having kids, and this one was definitely one for the books. I enjoyed my family, my job, and even a lake once or twice. Just like every season, it had its highs and lows. It was hard, to be honest, but we seem to have made it through. Woohoo!
While I will for sure look forward to the first 3 weeks of next summer, I really am a fall and spring type of girl. So, farewell summer. Farewell to boob sweat and getting…h-anky? Farewell to late nights, and copious amounts of sunscreen. And farewell to the pressure of having every second planned for months on end! Farewell to feeling badly because our weekends were boring, and we had screen time. If you’re still here, and not out get me, I appreciate you.
…and hello, calm season.
Hello to using the weekends as an excuse to be cozy and stay inside. Hello to sweatpants, football, and endless amounts of buffalo chicken dip. (Why can’t I eat buffalo chicken dip in the summer?) Hello to slow mornings, calm weekends, and snuggle season. Okay, wait – I take back snuggle season. I’m still overstimulated from life, so please don’t touch me. Oversized sweatshirts, cozy socks, apple cider donuts. Apple cider donuts, that’s reason enough for me, honestly.
I know summer is all the rage, and I understand why sometimes. But I am not quite a follower and summer just isn’t my favorite of the seasons. It’s okay if it’s yours – I love that for you and I’m sorry for you that it’s ending. But for me, my happiness is just beginning.
