Time really does fly.

How is it already October? What happened to September?

Oh, I remember — I worked the entire month. I worked and worked and worked. It was a busy month for me. I billed 50% more in September than I did in August. Now, to be fair, I took some vacation time in August and the last couple of weeks of August were sort of slow for me, but still. (Of course, I did the math and, while my September was busy for me personally and for an associate at my firm, it would have put me just above making pace at my old firm. So there’s some perspective for you. I clearly was never cut out for BigLaw.)

September was stressful, workwise, not just because I was doing a lot of work, though that was of course part of it. It was also stressful, though, because that work had a very up-and-down quality to it. There were a few days that I billed only a few hours while in the office, only to get an email in the evening that required me to take a late conference call and then stay up turning a draft. Or where I’d had a nice steady day in the office followed by something exploding on me at 5 pm. I spent a lot of time putting out fires, in other words.

So I’m glad September is over, but I’m sad that I missed it. I really love September — it’s my birthday month, it’s the first month of the school year, it’s when college football gets going, and it’s (usually) when the weather starts getting better. While we did celebrate my birthday this year (we took a quick romantic overnight trip), and we’ve been watching college football, I don’t really notice the school year anymore, and the weather here last month was pretty wretched. So not only was I too busy to enjoy September, but I also would probably not have enjoyed it even if I’d had the time to slow down and enjoy it.

I guess I’m glad it’s October — theoretically, things should calm down at work, which is good, because we have childbirth and babycare and breastfeeding classes this month; and the weather is supposed to get more delightfully fall-like, with clear skies and crisp air; and (if my OB doesn’t change her mind) I’ll get to go home at the end of the month to see my family one last time before we become parents. I just wish it hadn’t snuck up on me like this.