The time changed last night. As my cousin said on FB, if you have small kids, it’s not a bonus of any kind. Mine were up at their normal
7:30 6:30 and wanted company and juice. Which ended any idea I had about sleeping in.
But it makes the afternoon light delicious now – rich and golden, draping the dying leaves in a gilt layer before they drop. The colors skipped us this year thanks to a late heat wave, so they have simply … dried up. From summer’s vibrant green to dusty dead brown, few oranges or reds to be found.
We made the mistake of dropping by the model home of a new development down the street. And now I have that same afternoon light in the master bedroom bouncing around in my head. It’s huge. It’s open. It has enough closets. It has a clubhouse with a pool. It’s the only new build site in our school zone. And of course, it’s expensive.
We’ll save our pennies and pay this house down and get out of daycare fees. In a few years we’ll find another house in the afternoon sun and we’ll make that one ours. Deep breath. I’m impatient – I want it now, but now isn’t the time for us. And that really sucks. Being a grownup isn’t nearly as much fun as it should be sometimes.