A midwest summer is something to experience. It’s hot, humid, and even opressing at times. The pools are packed, buttcheeks fall out of girls’ shorts, and foreheads are usually dripping with sweat. Ok, so clearly I’m not a summer girl. People shouted it throughout all of spring as the students at our school became restless. “I am so ready for summer!” They’d yell in passing through the hallway. “Don’t you just love summer?” my friends would ask as we baked on their decks drinking margaritas. Of course I enjoy a warm summer night, but no. I don’t LOVE summer. My response to all of their “I love summer” chatter was often, “Yes, but I’m so ready for fall!”
Leading up to fall I couldn’t wait to have the windows open to enjoy a cool breeze through the house. I anxiously awaited the change in weather to bust out my leggings, tall boots, and comfy sweaters. I wanted to meet my new students and teach them how to read and write for the very first time. Finally, I wanted to fill our home with the warm smells of pumpkin bread and chocolate chip cookies baked from scratch to impress my hubbie. “See?” I would say, “Fall even makes me a better wife!”
Well, here we are. Exactly 3 days into fabulous fall and 5 weeks away from Halloween. I’m living it up right? Not exactly…
The first day our temperatures dipped below 70 degrees I ran (literally sprinted) into our house after work and through open every damn window in the house. Yes! The crisp air whipped through every nook and cranny of our house and I was happy… up until the next morning. I tightened up the blankets around my shoulders, shivering in the dark at 6:00 AM. I stared at the 29 used tissues I had used and thrown next to the bed throughout the night. I rubbed my itchy eyes and attempted to itch the back of my throat with my tongue (not easy.) I made my way to our bathroom and flipped on the light. Bloodshot eyes, raw nose, and purple bags above my cheeks only meant one thing: my fall allergies had arrived. After frantically searching for a leftover allergy pill from last year’s stash, I slammed the windows shut and yelled, “Who’s God damned idea was it to open all of these windows anyway?!” We’ve had them shut ever since.
My fall wardrobe has been in full force. It has to be since it’s a balmy 42 degrees in the morning. Last night I attended Octoberfest with some friends outside and froze my ass off. It was a lot of fun, but my hands were jammed under my armpits for most of the night in attempt to stay warm. “You should have worn a hooded sweatshirt,” my husband mused. Ha! And deprive myself of these wonderful leggings, tall boots, and beautiful brown and black scarf? Yeah. Right. I froze while drinking my plastic mug full of beer and cringed at the people passing in laderhosen. So much for the fall wardrobe excitement!
As for the kids who walked through my classroom door in August, they’re wonderful! However my life is again consumed with tying shoelaces, endless nights creating lesson plans, early morning meetings, and cranky parent emails asking that I prepare materials for their child’s 5 day vacation in which he will be missing school. Seriously? I don’t recall going on a tropical vacation at 5! I’m the one who needs a vacation here! Me!! What is happening here?
The yummy chocolate chip cookies did happen though! Ok, so they were the kind that are already formed into squares. But I had to put them on a real baking tray and preheat the oven. Then… then, I had to set the timer and be sure they didn’t burn. My husband smiled as he bit into the first cookie, so I’d say they were a success! Today is when I was supposed to create a beautiful aroma of pumpkin bread spilling throughout the house. I bought the bread pans at the store, checked off my ingredient list… and took a nap. Damn. It’s 6:00 and there’s no pumpkin bread. The pans and recipe are lying on the countertop as if it were a graveyard for unfinished fall fun. Oh well, there’s always next weekend.
I do LOVE fall! I’ll just have to enjoy it from inside my sealed up house, while sitting in sweatpants on the couch writing lesson plans. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go throw another blanket on my lap, take my allergy medicine and write some fantastic lesson plans for the week. Is it summer yet?