Since I've been MIA forever, this should get us caught up again. Try your best to follow along.
To Halloween, I SAY: We planned, we decorated, we conquered. You were in and out like a flash. See you next year.
To my son who turns 6 in less than a week, I SAY: I promise I'm doing my best at scraping together a fabulous last-minute birthday party. You won't be disappointed.
To my house (especially MY room and the bathrooms), I SAY: You win. Try as I might, I can't keep up.
To the boy who sneaks into the bathroom every morning and munches on Halloween candy, then ditches his rubbish behind the potty, I SAY: Time for a new hiding place. I'm on to you.
To my cupboards, I SAY: I apologize that you are so bare. As I type this, I'm trying to plan dinner, but for the life of me, I can't think of anything to make with beef broth, black beans, and Reece's peanut butter cups.
To my 10 year old son, I SAY: I will never forget the way you looked as you went out the door today. I hope the kids on the playground didn't give you the business. We'll get you new pants this weekend....promise.
To my garden, I SAY: It saddens me to see you all covered in snow. Sleep well, you've earned your rest.
To my new little niece, I SAY: Only 17 more days until I can wallow in your new baby smell and cuddle you for hours.
To M & D, I SAY: Thank you for taking me with you to be there for little M's arrival. It was an amazing trip!
To the best husband IN THE WORLD, I SAY: Thank you for holding down the fort while I was gone. You have earned a complete day of doing nothing but watch football. I'll even bring you a few beers, and clear any empties while I'm at it.
To my sister in-law, I SAY: Only 17 more days until you'll have 17 people living in your house...for 5 days. Brace yourself.
To Christmas, I SAY: You are only 51 days, 7 hours, and 41 minutes away. I'm counting.
To School, I SAY: Due to circumstances beyond my control, I won't be seeing you next semester. Want to know a secret? You won't be missed. You don't fit into any of my holiday plans, anyway.
And last, but not least, to the person stalking my blog (you know who you are), I SAY: Have you had your fill? Good. Time to move on.