What I’ll Complain About in Five Months

I can’t believe another summer season is coming to a close. I feel like the pumpkin spice flavors creep up sooner each year. We’ve made sure to take advantage of the fresh air, knowing soon enough we’ll need light jackets and sweaters.

Or if you’re a baby, you need your first pair of shoes because it’s socially unacceptable to be without shoes in all seasons except for summer.

The fall is one of my four favorite seasons. I love each for various reasons, but there is something special about hiding under hoodies and jeans, sipping on or baking something with pumpkin and preparing for the joyous holidays ahead.

Soon enough, I won’t be able to rest after my long runs for much longer outside like this. You know, the 2 seconds I get to lay down before someone asks me to do something. I faked sleeping here…

Eventually the dog door will come out when it gets cold and this guy won’t be able to escape. This will save me so much time trying to find where he disappeared to.

And lastly, I’ll have to let my mother-in-law back in the house since we can’t keep her outside in the cold.

I kid, we love her and she loves the kids so much she’s willing to sit inside and referee the cage match. Anyone who’s willing to do that gets a huge high-five from me.

What I love about summer or what I’ll be complaining I miss in exactly five months:

  • Shoes are optional.
  • Food is fresher and tastes amazing.
  • You carry so much less stuff to go out for the day.
  • The beach.
  • The smell of the beach.
  • Suntan lotion.
  • Water. Drinking lots of water.
  • Sweating.
  • Did I say sweating? I mean swimming.
  • Playing in the park.
  • Sitting on the porch watching a thunderstorm.
  • Long days filled with daylight.
  • 80+ degrees.
  • Bike riding everywhere.
  • Burgers. Grills. Potato salad.
  • Ice cream.
  • Wait, that’s year round…

Right now, while I’m looking forward to putting on a pair of jeans again and a cozy oversized hoodie, as I’m tired of the sweaty humid heat, I know in a few months I’ll be wishing for this season once again.

Thank goodness I know it’ll be back in due time. You’ll never hear  “I’m moving north…”