September Mourn

Transition, I am learning, is something I do not do well.  I love to go places with my kids, and they're usually great once we get there.  I struggle with getting all of us out the door with the appropriate supplies for the day without getting snappy at everyone.   So it shouldn't surprise me that in spite of a deep love for autumn, September is not my favorite month.  It's a month of constant transition.

First, WBH goes to back to work, which is a change for all of us in schedule, and in not having a second parent at home.  Then, just as we've gotten used to that change, Stinky's preschool starts again.  I love the return to routine, but dread shifting gears.

I've been dreaming up ways in my head to change my attitude about this time of year.  Do I try to make it more fun by starting new traditions?  Should we do a back to school feast and discuss our goals and dreams for the school year?  Do I fill my home with autumnal scents by baking up a storm?  Do I get nest-y and do a very belated spring cleaning and get out the fall decorations as soon as the calendar page is turned?  Or do I allow myself to wallow in the sulky feeling that inevitably hits me on WBH's first day back at school for a little while, then move on once it's passed?  I think the answer lies somewhere in the middle ground, but I haven't found it yet.