Fall Has Betrayed Me.

I'm well aware of how dramatic that statement sounds. However I feel justified in the fact that I waited and waited and waited for something other than sweltering, sticky, gross weather and all I get is a massive cold that has left me dependent on medications for the last five days. No "Hey, Maddie, thanks for waiting so patiently! I missed you too!" No time to enjoy the crisp, clean air that smells like pumpkins and leaves and bonfires. Nope. Not at all. Instead my favorite time of the year gave me a stuffy head, congested chest and a nasty cough. Thanks, fall. Thanks a lot. I really appreciate the sentiment.

You know what the worst part is? I can't stay angry at fall. I can't do it. I'm like that girl in a bad relationship who has a boyfriend who hurts her time and time again and yet she still loves him. Granted, this is a whole lot less dramatic than that, but still. I still love the ability to snuggle up under some blankets with hot cocoa to get warm after being out in the chilly air. I still thank Mother Nature every day that it's no longer 90 degrees and humid every day.

Deep down I know that this unwillingness to be angry at the weather is because I know that soon I'll overcome this illness and be right as rain. And as long as I have my Puffs with lotion, plenty of Vicks and decongestants I'll be able to weather the storm and eventually enjoy my favorite season!