Conversations with Children: Hump Day Edition

Scene: Coming back from lunch...and probably every single Wednesday.

Student D: Miss C! Guess what day it is??
Me: August 28.
Student D: NO! Guess what day it is??
Me: It's Wednesday.
Student D: It's Hump Day.
Student R: (from across the room) Woop! Woop!
Student T: HUMP DAY!
Me: Face palm.

The Ultimate Sunday Night Blues

Well, the time has come...summer is officially over. At 8 am tomorrow morning, I will officially be back at work.

I don't know where the time went. Granted, I tutored for 6 weeks, so I really only had 3 weeks of free time but I made the most of it.

This summer:

I climbed mountains.

I visited lighthouses.

I ate lots of ice cream.

I laid on the beach.

I laughed with friends.

I read books with almost three year olds.

I made s'mores.

I cuddled with the puppy.

I started books and never finished them.

I drove ATVs.

I took tons of pictures.

I swam in oceans and lakes and ponds.

I listened to lots of music.

I raced for a cause.

I drove all over Maine.

So tonight, instead of lamenting that summer is coming to and end, I am eating chinese food and watching the MTV VMA's (even though I'm at least 10 years too old to do that) and hoping that the rumors about NSYNC's reunion are true.  ← Don't judge me.

As much as going back to school means having less 'do what I want time' it also means fall is here...which means apples and pumpkins and leaves and scarves and hot chocolate and crisp, sunny days...basically everything that is wonderful.


   

Letters are my Favorite...Spiders are NOT

Dear The Weather Channel,

I just want the weather. Not this:

Tell me how hot it will be. Tell me when it will rain. Maybe tell me when there will be a super cool moon but that's it.

XOXO,

Amy

  

An Open Letter

Dear Apartment Management,

Let me preface this by saying THIS IS MY LAST WEEK OF SUMMER VACATION and I'm trying to enjoy every single bit of it.

So imagine my regret when I answered the phone at 6:30 pm on Sunday night (I foolishly thought it might be about a job interview...on Sunday night I should have known better) and you told me you'd be here in the morning to do something to my water (I'm still unclear)...and I agreed.

Like any person enjoying their last days of vacation, I was up until 6:20 AM and dutifully set my alarm for a few hours later. I thought about just sleeping and ignoring any phone calls and/or knocking. But that would inevitably cause me anxiety and guilt. So I dragged my sleeping self out of bed, picked up the laundry, washed the dishes, and put on pants for my water testing visitors.

AND THEN, the phone rang just 5 minutes after they were supposed to be here (not too bad for apartment fixer people). But it was just you telling me that they WERE NOT coming. Are you kidding me?!

You then wanted to reschedule for Wednesday of this week. I told you that I might not be here as I might be out enjoying my last days of vacation. You claimed to understand and said, "well this is important to us but you need to do what you need to do."

Yes. Yes I do. And I don't need you to affirm that I'm allowed to leave my apartment.

Look, I understand this is a first world problem, and this absolutely wasn't the first blog post I'd write since taking a six month hiatus, but let's me real: I'm really just an 80 year old curmudgeon in a 30-something's body. ← Writing 30-something nearly gave me a panic attack. That is another post altogether.


XOXO,
Amy


P.S. As always, stay tuned for part 2: Will Amy be home on Wednesday for the water testing people?



   

I might start blogging again

There...I said it.