Autumn

Oh Autumn. You exist purely to mock me. The new season has just begun and here we are, right back where we left off last year at the same time. Sick and bored. And sick of being sick and bored.

First up, cold season is getting off to a bang. Abby just got over her first cold of the season and she passed it gracefully on to me by wiping her nose on my cheek. Yuck. Josh naturally got passed. I don't know what his parents did to him growing up, but he has one heck of an immune system. Alex seemed to be free of the germ, hopefully indicating his immune system improving from his first two years. But this morning, he has woke up with a snotty nose. Okay. So it's clear snot right now. That could mean allergies, but with all the meds he is on, I am anticipating a cold. Apparently the kids got my immune system, dang it. Looks like it's about time for another round of home disinfecting.

And now to the bored situation. I have a nearing three-year old and a one and a half year old. We all know that the energy level of children past the age of one just goes up until they reach their lazy teen years. So now we have the colder days setting in for the long haul. Not only does Autumn mock me with the constant chill in the air but daylight savings time further strips away what little time we get to spend outside. Soon, our days will be forced inside by 5:00. That isn't even dinner time! What on earth are you supposed to do in a tiny two bedroom house for four and a half hours every evening? I mean, you can only play with play-doh so much. You know what I mean? And to make the entire situation worse, the kids were so used to play dates with best pal Wesley at least twice a week. Now with new baby Greta in the house, we are on quarantine indefinitely. I fear by the time we get to see them again, Greta will be crawling and Wesley will have forgotten us entirely. It makes me sad. I only pray that we are all well for Alex's 3rd birthday party. I fear that he will have zero attendees this year and as excited as he is for his birthday, that may end in devastation.

Then, as the cherry on the top, there is the fall allergy season. Poor Alex can't go five feet outside without a constant drain of clear snot dripping from one nostril. Poor kid. Allergies are truly mother natures form of torture. Even with mass medication, he can't seem to shake the nose drippys. Abby even gets the tell tale clear drippys from time to time when we go outside.

I don't know. I suppose I am merely spoiled by the beauty of spring and summer and all the joyous times it brings. Ahhh...summer. Oh how I miss your sweltering heat and high air conditioning bills. Come back soon, please. We miss you dearly. Take a good look at the picture on the tops folks. That's about all you'll get to see of us until the winter quarantine is lifted. Too bad they haven't invented a real world version of the sci-fi hyper-sleep. I think I might be tempted to sign us up for the winter months when they do.