I’m dreaming about fall. The crispness in the air, pumpkin everything, hoodie weather, apple cider, and the list goes on and on.
I’m looking forward to fall even more this year. You know those days, those dreary days, where the sun barely peaks out of the grey clouds? All you want to do is pull your hoodie on and curl up on the couch with a warm blanket and hot beverage. Forget work, no one should be expected to leave their house on such a sleepy day.
And I won’t have to.
I have no job to force me out of the comfort of my home. It will be great: I’ll put on my favorite hoodie and sweatpants, sit down with a cup of coffee, and stare dreamily out the bay window in my living room. I will think about how gross it is outside and how lucky I am to be inside with no place to go.
It will be the perfectly quiet morning. Wait. Too quiet. Where’s my child? Oh, over in the corner. What’s in his mouth? Is that something in his mouth? Yes, it definitely just shifted. How did his diaper come off?
Get back here! Leave the dog’s food alone. No. Leave it.
Ok, it will be the almost perfect day. I mean, I should have a perfect hour while he naps. Of course on that day, he probably won’t nap.