I Survived August ... Did You?

I survived August! ... and you're probably thinking hey, me too! As a little girl, I would wake up excited on August 1 because that meant it was my best friend's birthday. As an adult, I wake up on August 1 full of dread thinking I'm NEVER going to get it all done ... sorry Natalie.

Our wedding. 

Imagine starting your job over every year, that's what August is like for a teacher. No matter how much I prep there is still a TON of stuff to do before school starts. Flashback 10 years ago, I knew this, but I hadn't fully lived it when I was picking a wedding date. I thought August might not be the best month, but whatever ... warm honeymoon ... tropical anniversary celebrations! What was I thinking, I won't be traveling in August until I retire. On top of that, I was marrying an August baby and his mom was an August baby. Birthdays have always been a big deal in my family, I shared a birthday with my mom and my dad's birthday was a week later. His entire family also shared our birthday month. So our entire month always felt like one big celebration. This was now going to be our August with a bonus Anniversary. 

I wanted our first child to be born on April 3 so we could have three generations on one day and be in the Gennis Book of World Records ... naturally Travis won, our first born is an August baby ... I guess I should have done a little bit of math in order to win. When we started considering a second child, I told God no more August events, and we were in the clear with an October due date. But God chuckled and said, "I'm sending them to you two months early. Look at the bright side, it's two people but only one day in August." If He could have sent an emoji down to me, it would have been the heart kissy face emoji ... I'm certain because they were born on the first day of school. 

Since Elle was born, someone is always gets the shaft, usually Travis. I forgot to give him a thirtieth birthday party because I was prepping for school and planning my very first 1st birthday party. Elle will remember her first birthday the rest of her life ... no one remembers their thirtieth. I shouldn't feel bad, I tried to redeem myself, but he wouldn't let me give him a "32 on the 23rd" birthday party ... I don't know why not that sounded like a brilliant party theme ... so we settled on me forgetting to get "boy" candles for his homemade cake! Just about every year since then, he has gotten a card with pictures of what I thought about getting him, I just didn't get around to getting it ... at least they were colored pictures! We also rarely celebrate our anniversary because I feel guilty since I didn't get myself together to give proper birthday presents, therefore, our date night must be deemed his birthday celebration. His birthday is the day after our anniversary (it only took me eight years to get that sorted out in my brain). 

Needless to say, it's September and I survived! I gave a triple birthday party ... my kids might resent me for making them share a party and a present ... but I'm ok with that. It's not my fault they were all born in August ... I should have had a better math teacher! This year, I was ready. I wasn't too stressed about school starting. I didn't have to ship my mother-in-law a birthday present in September. I had myself together for Travis's birthday present ... I mean I still made him go to the store to buy it himself, but I KNEW the whole month of August what I wanted to get him, so I still count that as a win for me!