The summer, the busy, hot, unflinching, unyielding summer is finally freaking over. I used to look forward to summer, a time of relaxed schedules and endless sunshine, but now it's just a treadmill of people and work. Oh, yeah, and money. That part's more ok.
It actually wasn't a bad summer. Mostly really nice people, and we did twice (TWICE!) the sales of last year. We're actually pretty pleased. You might surmise, then, that we had packed away at least a few thousand in anticipation of the Autumn slump, but you would be sadly, sorely wrong. We just barely caught up on bills from the Winter and Spring, and since now I have a resident TreeFreak, anything we had left got planted with a nice thick mulch complete with a charming ring of collected rocks all patted to perfection and lovingly watered daily. The landscaping is coming along nicely, but aside from the money thing, if I have to stand outside and engage in yet another hour-long "But where should it go???" conversation that honestly only serves to elongate the Cap'n's tree-related orgasm I'm gunna hurl me up some pinecones to throw at him.
Poopies has finally seen fit to produce some verbage from his sweet baby lips, and is absolutely into absolutely everything. I guess this is the "terrible twos?" Seriously, he's like a manic depressive monkey. One minute happy and silly and totally amazing and hilarious, and then his evil half takes over and it is the-end-of-all-happiness-everything-is-horrible-and-hurts-and-you did-it-to-me-why. And then he disassembles the kitchen. But seriously, he's a fantastic little guy. It's like 95% joy, funny and silly, and 5% creature from the depths. Which is far better than my happy/grumpy ratio, actually, so who am I to complain. And the love I have for this kid, it's honestly ocean-sized. Which is wonderful and scary too.
The Cap'n and I had our four-year anniversary yesterday. We hadn't had a day off since mid-July, and both totally forgot until the day before, when I turned to him and said "Oh my god, tomorrow's our anniversary. You...didn't...get me...anything, right?" To which he thankfully breathed a sigh of relief and said no. Which sounds kind of pathetic, but it was actually very sweet. True, some romantic indulgence would have been nice if we had some time and weren't exhausted, but after ten years, I've learned that achieving harmony can be the sweetest place to be. And it has been a fucking crazy four years, and just weathering them together has been solidifyng enough. Since we had accidently taken the day before off and eaten out for the last 5 meals, and since the Cap'n had caught a cold (which I plan to catch in 2-3 days), we celebrated by working and doing business shopping all day, and then heating up some soup and watching the 100 Most Shocking Moments of Rock.