Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Dear August,

I am so grateful to see you gone. Your long, hot days are a thing of the past and I’m ready to welcome a new month and new season. I know you meant well, August, but truly, you sucked as a month.

I knew the month wasn’t going to be all that great when you started off with a week of girls camp. Yes, I know girls camp is a wonderful, spiritual, and uplifting experience for many young women. I admit, there were times when I was grateful I was there and I learned a lot. But seriously, there’s a reason why I haven’t been to girls camp since I was 14. It’s just not fun to sleep in places with spiders, be up at the crack of dawn, and surrounded by 400 screaming, hormonal girls. Really, not all that fun. On top of that, you brought the craziest rain that week I was in the mountains trying not to miss my flat iron. The flood topped it off for me. It was, in a word, an experience.

You didn’t give me any rest when the next week I was off to my work convention. This just means another week of 16 hour days, food that doesn’t agree with my body, and snoring “roommates.” I was so tired by the end of that week. The dark circles under my eyes were the biggest they’ve ever been and my feet hurt like a mother goat. Yes, a mother goat…that’s pretty bad.

Then there was too much work and not enough time, straight to a Stake Youth fireside, speaking assignments, relationship stress, and just not enough time to do what needed to be done. My laundry pile, cluttered office, and piles of junk are still everywhere. So please, ask September to bring me a little bit of time to catch up on life.

Yes, August, you brought me a fun weekend with my friends to Cedar City. I loved taking some time to get away and enjoy some fabulous plays. But now, it is time for a new month. September will bring me a new niece, Onion Days, my birthday (yippee), and gorgeous fall weather.

So, dear August, as much as I think you have a place in our 12-month calendar, it’s time for you to go. I don’t want to see you again until next year.

Love,

Jen

3 comments:

For Every Occasion said...

August is my least favorite month! Loved the letter!

Lori said...

you are too funny. i don't want winter though!!!!

Grassragz said...

You tell August...

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