I am drawn to titles......perhaps the title of this post would be a cool title for a book, someday.
But I digress.
I hate to say this too loud, but I really don't like August. And not just because it is the month when school starts......I'm a teacher, I like school and all, but there's just something about August.......ick. I should be loving it. I don't have every minute of every day scheduled. I am able to do the dishes each night, instead of walking into the kitchen every Thursday and explode, "What happened in here????" I don't have to make school lunches.........no meetings to sit through.....
And yet, I just don't like it. Even when I was little, my least favorite months were February and August. Ewww. (At least February has the decency to be short.)
I shouldn't even have a least favorite month!! Everyday is a gift.....blah, blah, blah.
Maybe I don't like August because August is just a big tease. "Oh, look at me, I'm August. You are going to have tons of time and get lots of stuff done because I have thirty-one days! Thirty-one-derful days! And you are going to be so relaxed because I'm August, leisure month of the year."
And then it's like a time-warp or a black hole or a just a giant cosmic time sucker because you wake up and August is gone and you didn't paint the house, clean out the closets, go on week-ends away, get organized, finish your novel, sort the recycling, steam clean the carpets, go to the dentist, make food each week from a different country...........August, with her promise of time and fun......gone.
Leaving behind her ghost to gently mock you as you wonder "What the heck did I do for the last month?"
But you only get the chance to ask yourself that question once, because it's September......and the rules for September change completely.