There were 7 pairs of pint-sized, mismatched socks in my last load of laundry.
This means several things:
Summer is over.
–It will soon be sweater weather.
—-That is followed by hat, glove and scarf season.
——Then it will take even longer to get the hell out of the house each morning.
Summer was never my favorite time of year. I dreaded the heat and the humidity associated with longer days like a fat kid fears a school dance. Now as a parent of two girls there is no season greater than the one when a dress can be lowered down, flip-flops slipped on, and swoosh we are off.