No really. Because my nose is running. The kind when you’re talking and mid sentence you feel it on your top lip and you’re like WOW EW I’M DISGUSTING.  Thank God that shit only happens in front of like, Mav and Dan. Otherwise I would be probably out of a job and/or friends. 

So yesterday morning I woke up with a scratchy throat and by the time I got my “hi babe I’m out of work first so what do you want for dinner?” text, I asked for his famous chicken noodle soup.

 

Ask and you shall receive.

 I know I already talked about how wonderful Dan is in another post but c’mmmmmon, how many men cook?! And how many husbands out there ask you what you want on the first day of your three day work week? And how many husbands look this hot hurrying vegetables into an assuming autumn-eve pot? (I love Eve’s of things. Like, the build up is just untouchable.)

#blessed #myhusbandishot #andagoodcook #whowontkissmylipswhenimsick

So today I’ve had the excuse to not shave my legs. Or put makeup on. Or wash my hair (pssshhhh like I ever need an excuse for that) or clean anything. Or cook. (But I do plan on a veggie meatloaf because: fall. And who doesn’t love a good loaf of meat. And let’s be honest I made a targ run and did three loads of laundry and I did shave my ankles and shins). And my baby is still off from his weekend festivities as ring bearer,  

 so he’s taking a later nap and I am now breaking all the rules by enjoying an after five o’clock, alone cup of coffee that I will surely regret around 11, 12 and 1am tonight. But that’s okay because NASHVILLE SEASON PREMIER HAS ME ALL AMPED UP ❤️📺💥😭🍂🇺🇸🎶 God bless America and fall TV. But for real, all I want to do is lay in a pile of warm laundry and eat biscotti and ice cream but instead here I am, watching Mav and Stella snuggle, and nap time blogging has commenced.   

Why don’t moms ever sleep? Or cry? Or have their clothes cleaned regularly?  Or take a moment in all its worth and hold onto it?

Because we can’t. Because we are busy AF bitches, who have a tall order in front of us at all times. Clothes to put away, mouths to feed, appointments to make, engagements to keep, animals to take care of, phone calls to be made, bills to be paid, aaaaand just listing that gave me anxiety. 

But seriously, back to the holding onto a moment. (I can’t speak for men because in my mind they’re all just blowing off steam and doing what they do to make a living and keep us women happy the two weeks out of the month where they have a fighting chance and finding a healthy distance away from us for the other two. Feel me?? Am I right?) We don’t do it as often as we should. We don’t take a little break in between all the goings on to even realize and process what just went on! Like me for instance. I just siphoned through my closet as we went through August and now by the first day of fall, all of my neon garb and maxi dresses are tucked depressingly away in a basement bin. God love the basement bin.

Today I had the opportunity (read: forced) to slow down ….. and reflect. Yes I bought some little gourds and miniature pumpkins at Lakeside Farms on Monday. Yes I arranged my flowers and thought about getting some mums and pocketing them into an apple basket next to my rocking chair that I draped a little brown blanket around on Monday morning, during a quiet and chilly cup of joe. But if it weren’t for me feeling like crap today I would have full steamed ahead into the next season without looking back upon one of the simplest summers of my adult life. 

  
We didn’t go away anywhere. No road trips, no vacations, no drives down to the jersey shore. We didn’t see any concerts or even see an open mic night at that. But our summer was so full. The kind of season that fills you up with memories and love. Where you can look back on so many different things and laugh out loud at the fun you had. We did things together as a family. We saw some of our best friends get married in Florida. We went to Sacandaga Lake with some of our favorite people. Throw in a few bonfires, a boat ride or two, a couple games of corn hole at family parties, fireworks, patio sitting, another wedding and we had ourselves a summer. 

I’m happy because I am simple. I don’t need much. I laughed and I cried once really really hard, and I stayed up too late. I drank a little too much one night which made me swear off drinking forever (lasted a week). I used to have such a vision for how life should be, and thought I knew exactly how it would all go. Who would play the main parts and who would cameo through my life. I thought I would always do the things I did when I was young. But the truth is, I’m winging it. Im letting the wind blow me, and if it feels right I go along and open my sails. If it feels wrong I caution back a bit and head back to shore. I know who I am, and I have learned who makes me feel safe. I know who I can be vulnerable around. Im in love with the people who can just look at me and know how I’m doing. I have a comfort zone for sure but I have people inside it who push me to be great and want to hear all the good that’s going on for me. Imagine that? The people who surround me lift me up and make me better. And that’s who I spent my summer with. That’s who loves me, and Mav, and Dan. And being loved and being me has never felt so simple, sooo right. So today, before you scurry on to the next thing, take a s a c r e d  p a u s e, and kiss this last season of your life up to the winds of change. God bless you, and keep you healthy and happy always.