Why I Hate This Time of Year (and if you don’t, please call me.)

This is a whiny, wimpy shout out to every beleaguered, overburdened, under caffeinated (and then extremely over caffeinated) mother, wife and significant other with similar annoying, albeit EXTREMELY first world problems like mine.

Somehow I woke up and it’s September and I feel like I got on a gentle looking camel who abruptly rocketshipped himself into the stratosphere with me not so firmly planted on his back. I just wasn’t ready. Now, it’s not as if I was desperate for more summer. I mean, I liked my summer and all, but I didn’t think I was desperate to hang on. Yeah, not.

Like a bad boyfriend you don’t necessarily want around anymore, but who is too comfy to ditch just yet, essentially it was like summer read the tea leaves and ditched me first. And I hateeeeee that.

No matter how hard I try, I just can’t catch a break. Ironically, I just did a national (tv segment) with my luck, international segment, for moms on how to get ready for fall. Take back your mornings! Well, clearly, I need an addendum and a shot of Tito’s.

This time of year is just hard. No, I’m not walking through the snow like my parents evidently used to do, but all of this “stuff” of a complicated life: allowing kids to pick out the PERFECT backpacks, enjoying “after care” at school when they could just as easily come home, specific sneakers because that’s the only decision the youngest members of the private school, uniformed intelligentsia get to make: “Uniforms are so dumb, Mom.”

Well, I’m 99% sure I’ve read multiple studies somewhere about how kids in uniforms are less likely to bludgeon people to death in gangs. #MaybeNot?

Anyway, stepping out in my own corporate “flying uniform”, thank you, @ToryBurch, my unwavering devotion is evidently not particularly appreciated. My middle angel, ours, of course it was Stanley, yelled “I hate you, Mom!” As I kissed him goodbye and hauled my physical and mental baggage out to the car. Evidently trying to kill his sister did not warrant an enforced break from his iPad in his noisy opinion.. “So, whattttttttttt am I supposedddddddd to dooooooo today?” he wailed. Um, I dunno supa sta, talk to grandpa about HIS horrible parents and walking to school in the snow?

#KarmasABeyatch. Ugh.

If you or someone you love is suffering from a lack of love, please freely express yourself in the comments below. I’ll have Stanley get right on it as soon as he returns from slaving in the coal mines.