Only four more days ‘til payday, which means maybe 11 more days until I’m overdrawn all over again. Yippee! Getting paid once a month sucks sweaty goat balls. (Sorry mom.) Being a one income family sucks pretty hard too sometimes. (Sorry babe.) And don’t even get me started on The Debt. If Hells Cargo calls me one more time, I might just… I might just… Oh, let’s face it, I’ll probably just pout and go eat a ding dong. Yay for ineffectual passivity! I’ll hit the 300 lb. mark in no time.
He is being too aggressive with the other kids. The daycare teacher tells me this and all I can think is that she’s looking at me like this is my only problem right now. Why shouldn’t I be able to apply all of my energy to my two-year-old’s current behavior issues? I’ll tell you why. Because I have a full-time job that I’m late for, again. Because my in-laws moved into my house and THERE IS STUFF EVERYWHERE. Because my in-laws brought their dog with them and my son is jealous of any attention that my husband gives the dog. Because he is being equally aggressive at home with the damn dog and we haven’t gotten him to stop there. How am I supposed to control his behavior at school? I’m not even there to beat him.
Thank Jeebus. I thought this summer might not ever end. Not that it was bad, just a long broken record of broke-ness. Fall means less a/c, less water. More holidays. Ack!
But fall also brings SoCal’s lovely Santa Ana winds. Most natives complain about Santa Anas. The hay fever! The dust! And of course wildfires are awful. But there is something about the change in the air that I love. Something about fall makes me feel like I’m awake again after too long of a sleep. Like when you wake up after a late afternoon nap and the light is all golden, shadows are long and the sun is about to set. And someone else is already cooking dinner. Wait, that part may have been a dream.
Maybe it’s just because I never go outside in the heat of the summer, and fall means outside, fresh air, vibrant sunsets. Seriously, October sunsets in the chaparral are nothing short of a miracle. A big pink and orange explosion of color.
I have to hold on to fall while I can. Because I’m going to blink and just like that it will be Christmas.