Yesterday I walked around all morning, channeling my inner Lorelei Gilmore, saying out loud to my kids (who clearly couldn’t care less what I was saying because duh, Halloween candy is still in the house), “I smell snow.” First day of November, it just looked like little flakes were going to fall any second. Then you know what happened here in the south burbs of Chicago? It started to rain.
Pfff. Guess my kids were right not to listen to my nonsense, since clearly I am no Lorelei Gilmore.
It isn’t snowing but it is nice and cold which means, my favorite time of year! SOUP SEEEAAAASSSOOOOOOON! (Said in an Oprah voice). If you have been following along my Instagram stories, you know I have been making tons of soups and freezing them for, ha, a rainy day. Yesterday was the perfect day to heat up a big bowl of soup, sit under a blanket, and not leave the house.
Well, only to toss out all the pumpkin everything for garbage day. Because now that Halloween is over, it is only a matter of days until the slow and steady trickle of Christmas decorations start to enter my house. Mike told me he was pretty sure I decorate on the first day of November. I am adamant that I did no such thing, even when I was pregnant with the boys. In my memories, I feel like it is in the teens at least, when I decorate. I know it is before Thanksgiving. Always.
However, this twinge I am getting looking at my bare mantle makes me think he might be right. I will be strong and fight the crazy off until we get back from our Disney trip at least. Mid November is ok, right? A little more reasonable than the day after Halloween, right?
Guess I will just have to keep distracting myself with all the soups for the next couple of weeks.