Thank Goodness September is Gone

Thank Goodness September is Gone | Twin Cities Mom CollectiveI hate September.

I hate August as well, but I hate September the most.

It’s September that gives us anxiety and throws off our groove and causes us to feel weird. It’s September that takes my little ones away to school and daycare and throws me back into the trenches of work. First days for everyone and we’re all nervous wrecks. It’s September that brings early wake ups and new schedules and homework. New alarm clock set for 5:50 AM. Ugh. September is the worst.

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September brings last minute first day of school signs and school picture outfits because you forgot that happens today. Throw in a big dose of insecurity because whatever we came up with is not as good as everyone else. September kickstarts a new season of drag-me-down-mom comparison because other moms do some really cool stuff and well, for me, September means just getting by.

September is not when I do cool stuff.

Thank Goodness September is Gone | Twin Cities Mom Collective

September brings new teachers and new workloads for kids and different classmates to get used to. September just took your child’s best friend and tossed them in another class. Seriously? Please September, can’t you be more kind?

September asks us to rush back downstairs at bedtime because you forgot to make your kids’ lunches and find snacks to toss in backpacks and are you kidding me?! You don’t like Cheez-Its anymore? Ugh. September brings learning what kind of snack your kid will actually eat because let’s admit it, we don’t really know anymore. September makes us not even really know what we like anymore.

September is quite terrifying if you ask me. It’s a whole world of unknowns and for a family that thrives in knowing what’s coming next, there really isn’t anything as scary as jumping into all the unknowns that September brings.

September makes my baby cry every day at daycare drop off. Geez, September, go pick on someone your own size. September has me checking my phone more, looking for signs that my kids are okay. That they’re okay without me, I guess.

I can’t even stand that I wrote the word September so many times just now. That’s how much I hate September.

September is the worst.

But then, like with the promise of suffering that September brings, something incredible happens each year.

The other day I stood in front of a class of tiny four year olds (because that’s the other part of my life- the part where I get to be “mom” to twenty other little people) and we sang the calendar song. Then it happened. I looked to the month and Oh, sweet, love! September was done! And just like that, September vanished into the bin under my teaching easel labeled “Calendar.” I buried it deep in the bottom of that bin. We said “So long, September!” and I kid you not, the air cleared, my heart stopped pounding, and my chest let out a big sigh. We wouldn’t have to look at September for another 11 months.

Thank Goodness September is Gone | Twin Cities Mom Collective

Hello, October.

Hello, routine we already know.

Hello, classmates that have become friends.

Hello, no more tears at drop off.

Hello, slower sips of coffee and longer chats with friends about something other than how I’ve been feeling like a failure lately.

Because with saying good-bye to September and hello to October comes a feeling of survival and a clinging to hope.

It gets better after September. It gets much, much better.

Until you remember all it takes to put together those Halloween costumes. In which case, hello, plastic, store-bought anything you can find for cheap!

Maureen Zhao
Maureen is an educator and a mom to a sweet and wild seven year old named Leo and newborn named Remy. She and her family can be found digging in the dirt, seeking adventures outside, traveling, hunting down thrifty deals, visiting local museums and parks, discovering new global flavors at local restaurants, and looking for resourceful ways to be involved in their community together. Maureen is eager to connect with those around her regardless of where they come from and is passionate about raising a son who cares for the world around him. Both her and her family have a strong desire to be where the action is, yet yearn for the solace that is found when they're surrounded by nature. When not in the city where home and work is, they can often be found venturing north and setting up camp where the only thing they need to worry about is where to bike that day and where to find the best view of the sunset. You can follow Maureen and her family's daily adventures on Instagram {@maureenshealer}.

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