Julie Asks – Am I an Adult Yet?

Why is it that, no matter what time of year, everyone always blames anything negative on the time of year?  Of late (read: today) I have spoken to people about a variety of irritants (none of which necessarily bear repeating) and each person has responded by saying, “it’s the time of year”.  On it’s own that makes some sense, until you stop and realize that you got the same feedback in September (beginning of school year, Jewish holidays), October (novelty of school starting to wear off, the dreaded Halloween costume challenge – shut up, I admit to being challenged in the sewing department and have you ever tried to fight the crowds at iParty in the weeks, okay, days, okay, hours leading up to the 31st?), November (Thanksgiving and Harrison’s birthday, often on the same day, which leads right into Hannukah – see December), December (Georgie’s birthday, Hannukah, New Year’s Eve), January (going back to school after winter break – I still call it Christmas vacation, dealing with the snow which is invariably piled up at the end of my driveway by the damned town plows), February(novelty of the winter wearing thin, morning fights over hats, gloves and boots and gearing up for another vacation week which has to be filled with lively entertainment lest my children lose their minds), March (you feel like it should be spring already, but there is still so much freakin’ winter ahead and, by this time we often haven’t seen the sun for more than an hour or so for about four months), April (my birthday which always depresses me despite my avowing that it won’t, preparing for yet another school vacation week, the onset of allergies, and ”springing” the damned clocks ahead making it virtually impossible to get Georgie into bed before 8), May (nearing the end of the school year – if you call another 6 weeks nearing the end.  This is the time of year that Harrison is officially done with school, his friends and his teachers and can only focus on how many days until he leaves for camp.  Me, too.  Plus, the pool opens which in and of itself is great, but it throws everyone off to be poolside on Sunday and then have to get the kids up and at ‘em for school the next day not to mention the arguments over whether 70 degrees is really warm enough to go swimming), June (okay, school ends this month and camp begins but there is a lot that has to happen to successfully make that segue.  Like signing them up (oh, wait, I had to do that in December), packing Harrison and, ugh, paying for it.  July (starting to get hot.  I hate hot), August (no longer starting to get hot, it is hot. And humid. And I have had bad hair for a month already…enough is enough) and that brings us back to September.  See above.

So, next time someone blames the time of year, ask them when an easy time of year is and let me know.