Today, I made a new folder on my computer called "August issues."
Now, this is nothing new - working for a newspaper, I have to have a way to organize my work each week, and my way happens to be creating a folder for each month, and then a sub-folder inside that for each week.
And since I work in some sort of wonky space-time continuum, even though we haven't reached the end of July, I'm already working on August.
And I realized, why, I do have August issues. I have issues with the fact that it's almost August already!
I have issues with the idea that next week, a little red-head I know is starting second grade. How did that even happen? What does that even mean?
Will I ever get done with her neverending list of school supplies?
I have issues with the notion that, starting next week, I'll have to get up a whole hour early to get to the gym. I'll have to start thinking about lunches, and backpacks, and clothes for the next day.
I AM NOT READY FOR THAT!!!!!!!
I am not ready for waiting on 3:00, to see how she's done in school that day.
I am not ready to worry again about how the other kids are treating her, or how she's treating them, and what kind of influence all the kids are being on each other.
I am not ready for fundraisers, and field trips, and having to make sure she wears tennis shoes every day for a week because she'll be going to gym.
And I am most definitely not ready to spend large chunks of my time sitting in traffic, wondering if the people with the out-of-county tags in front of me are really supposed to be here, or if they're trying to sneak into our fabulous school system.
And while we're at it, I'm also not ready for another birthday next week, or the 10th anniversary of my grandmother's passing, or having to put yet another issue of our magazine to bed.
Yes, I do have "August issues." And that's why I'm going to leave you with a picture of my cousin's daughter, Amelia, who, after spending the first two years of her life being skeptical of me, finally decided I was OK yesterday and has secured herself a spot as my new favorite person.