I have been battling that familiar sense of panic that sprouts up this time each year. The anticipation of a new school year and all the possibilities is tangible, yet it mixes oddly with the misery of leaving my vacation behind. I am in the worst possible state of Limbo. Ready to get started already but not quite ready to leave summer behind.

Personally I like everything about fall. I like the change in the weather, the cooler evenings and crisp days. I like that my routine becomes more predictable and that the kids have schedules. I like that all the shows come out with new episodes and I like that everywhere you turn there are school supplies and shoes on sale. I have an unhealthy love of office supplies. Binder clips and paper clips give me chills, and a view binder can send me into a frenzy. Don't even get me started on the fabulous things they are doing with sharpies and expo markers! Second only to new office supplies is new shoes. What a pity that men feel compelled to have a basic black and a basic brown and call it good. This is nonsense. What about your basic patent leather, and your basic animal print. You need basic black in a flat, flip flop and heel at least. The fact that back to school makes two of my favorite things not only permissible but relatively expected and required makes fall my favorite time of year.

It won't be long before I fill this blog with everything that makes me crazy about the kids at school. Soon I will lament the loss of any free time i used to have and will long for the warmer days of summer. I am a fickle creature. There is no making me happy.

But then that's not true....Fall makes me happy. Christmas carols and twinkle lights make me happy. daddy's and little kids, Oreos, and Raisin Nut Bran makes me happy. My kids, my husband and my dog makes me happy and I really like 800 count sheets. As previously discussed I like Target and red cups from Starbucks. I like watching the same movie over and over again and laughing with my brothers. I guess I'm not really fickle at all. I'm predictable and routine, perhaps even boring. Afterall who finds such joy in push pins?