I know it's September when the dreams start.
I've been dreaming all week that it's only a few days till Christmas and I haven't bought any gifts and there are only hours left to shop AND our super extended family is coming and it would be horrible if they woke up to no gifts. Oh! And all the stores are selling candles. That's it.
So, I woke up this morning thinking I had to get to the mall immediately. Then I remembered it's only September.
I've known for years I have a broken brain but it's funny that I'm actually able to observe and note the times when my brain cracks. Years ago I just would have been stressed to the hilt and begging Bob to help me get the shopping done pronto. Now I wake up and once I realize I have months yet I calm back down but at least now I know the anxiety is starting.
Although I do wonder why my brain brings this stuff up. I'm thinking my brain automatically equates the end of summer to 'It's Christmas!!! Your most stressful time of the year!!!'.
I want a refund.