May’s First Monday

 

 

May 1

In honor of the first Monday in May, aka the evil month when I annually come frighteningly close to losing my mind, I am revisiting one of my all time favorite blog posts from Jen Hatmaker.  It my very well be my favorite post EVER. Of all time, ever. And I am right beside her as the worst May Mom of all time.

The calendar flips to May and it’s like all you know what breaks loose. The first two days of this month were comic in their chaos and I cannot wait to see what lies in store for the rest of the month (she said, sarcastically.) We all start running consistently late in the morning come this magical month, which leads to breakfast eaten in the car which led to (on you guessed it, May 1st) an explosion of a 12 oz bottle of drinkable yogurt all over the entire car and all three backseat riders and their backpacks and school projects. It helps to have the lid on before you “shake well”, people.

The fun start to that morning was quickly followed by a meltdown involving the blasted printer which is conveniently always on the outs or halfway out of ink. It seems to only do this in May. And sometimes December. Which, on May 2, meant that a certain young man headed off to take the SAT with a print out “ticket to test” that included a penciled in registration number and a distorted fun house picture that looked nothing like him or his license. He did not seem concerned. Whatever. I showed up to take my SAT with a #2 pencil in my hand and a Rosary in my back pocket, so what do I know.

I’m actually thinking I know less and less as the years go by. My brain is just all filled up or something. But I do know one thing – May comes like a freight train and I am bracing for the loony weeks ahead. Every day brings a new chaotic adventure. Or ten. Or twenty.

I am trying to be a bit more relaxed about it this time around. Might as well jump on the train and embrace the chaos in good company and limp across with a smile.

 

 

 

 

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