Up until about an hour ago, I thought today was the first day of fall.
I even pulled out my fall decorations and drank a pumpkin flavored iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts to celebrate.
Evidently, I was under this misapprehension because my supposedly reliable child, who normally possesses a steel trap memory, and forgets NOTHING, was wrong. “Tomorrow is the first day of fall,” she informed me yesterday. “Today is the first day of fall,” she remarked as we walked to school this morning.
Um, nice try Caroline. So much for being the constant source of accurate information this scatterbrained, forgetful and often downright oblivious mom needs.
According to the calendar, which I happen to have peered at AFTER I put out my fall decorations, the first day of autumn is TOMORROW. You might be shaking your head at me for relying so heavily on facts given to me by an 8 year old, but if you’re shaking your head, you obviously don’t know me very well. Thanks to my number loving (and remembering) kid, we were not late to her soccer game last Saturday. I had the correct game time of 12:45 on the calendar and yet all last week I thought the game was at 2. Even though I see the calendar several times a day and the time was written clearly and rather boldly with a Sharpie marker. Sometimes we see what we want to see, even if it isn’t accurate, and if it weren’t for Miss Know-It-All, we would have completely missed the game. Caroline is my right hand man. Er… girl.
So now my house is prematurely decorated for fall. That’s okay, I don’t mind staring at pumpkins, leaves and gourds. I’ll (hopefully) share some pictures tomorrow. Tomorrow, you know, the ACTUAL first day of fall…and the day the temperatures are predicted to reach 90 degrees.
I suppose it’s good to know that the weather is just as confused as I am.