Some people’s brains dream of putting together outfits; my brain dreams about putting together sandwiches.

Remember how, before having kids, you would wonder to yourself upon seeing a frazzled/screaming/disheveled/otherwise-batshit-crazy mom chasing her kids around the store/park/Starbucks in her trusty athleisure uniform and be all, “Ugh, that will NEVER be me.”

It’s easy to tell when you’re a creature of habit. For example, when you look at my (not very impressive) shoe collection, one thing will undoubtedly jump out: I love booties.

I so want to get quippy and make some comic tie-in between my love for this grandpa blazer and all the grandma-like things I’ve got going on my life these days (exhaustion, advancing to middle age, etc etc), but I gotta shoot you straight and tell you, girlfriend is wiped. Ain’t happenin’ tonight.

There’s something about wrapping up in a cardigan that makes you feel like fall, even if it is still hovering around 90 degrees where you live.

My husband and I have a running joke. Every night, as my finger hovers over the “Set Alarm” button on my iPad, I ask the same question out loud: “Should I do it?”

They’re the friends on your feed or in real life who always have–as the name indicates–fabulous birthdays. Let me rephrase that: faaaaaaaabulous birthdays. They drink mimosas on rooftop lounges for brunch. They stuff a limo full of best friends and drive around to all the hot spots in town.

Here we are again with Baby #3–firmly in the Curious Toddler Stage.

I think this is the best time of year for shopping. You can still get away with wearing some of your summer pieces, layered with other items to keep you warm when there’s a chill in the air.

Weather-wise, we will be in the sixth circle of Hell for about another three months down here in Florida, but for the rest of the country–tip back your pumpkin spice lattes and pull out those weird cornucopia-looking decorations–because fall is here!