The last couple of weeks have definitely felt like autumn. I have put away my summer dresses, my wedged shoes and I have given up on the bottle of St Tropez fake tan in favour of 70 denier black tights. I am also giving myself a pep talk.
The prospect of months of drizzle which will make my hair curl, grey skies, early darkness and cold shivery mornings leaves me feeling more than a bit blah.
This year, Cygnet and I are dealing with more change than just the change of season. Cygnet has started pre-school. It is essentially a nursery linked to a school but the fact that he has to wear a school uniform makes it feel like a bit milestone for us. He has only just turned three and I feel like his school days have come far too early.
We have also changed our co-parenting schedule. Cygnet used to spend half of every weekend with his dad and half with me. We have now switched to alternate weekends and I am going to have to get used to weekends without Cygnet. I am also trying to get my head around a new work pattern. Pre-school means that I will get into work an hour or so later and will have to work an hour or so later in the evenings.
When I think of the hopes and dreams I had as a teenager, it never occurred to me that my life could be governed by coloured cells in an excel spreadsheet used to denote blocks of Mummy-time, Daddy-time or Grandma-time.
This is also this time of year when I feel a bit sad about my single status. Cue mini violins! As the nights draw in, I will be sitting here alone on the sofa pondering whether this is joyous solitude or loneliness creeping up on me. In my imagination the rest of you are coupled up on the sofa with hot cups of tea and cozy blankets binge-watching box sets or Netflix. I know that your reality is very different from my imagination.
I am going to sweep my morose musings aside. It’s about time I gave myself that pep talk. This is the new school year and time for a new beginning. It won’t be until next April or May that the evening sun tempts me onto my balcony for a glass of wine, which quickly turns into the bottle, and prevents me from doing anything productive with my evening.
It is time to batten down the hatches, to get out my big fluffy jumpers and bed socks, to drink more tea and to buy some ginger biscuits. The next few months will be filled with reading, writing and for me a whole heap of home refurbishment and decorating.
Now is the time to reinvigorate the little personal project of mine that just about left the starting blocks back in April, but then stagnated and was left untended as soon as the sun and the Prosecco came out.
You never know, if I can get my act together now, I may even achieve something before Christmas.