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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.





Oh My. It’s May.

hanging on by a thread

I took this picture a while back. Last summer to be exact. It was a carefree day and we were riding bikes in the park.  There was very little on the agenda except perhaps peanut butter sandwiches by the pool. Bliss.

We came upon this leaf just hanging in the middle of the path.  Holding on for dear life, I assume. I loved the way Erin was watching this little leaf just hanging on by a thread. She was mesmerized by its fragile state.

It reminded me of something, but I wasn’t quite sure of what it was at the time.  A memory? A feeling?  A horror movie? I couldn’t quite place it.

And now I remember.  It was May.  It reminded me of May. The entire crazy, ridiculous, insane, overbooked, over-extended, deadline induced, nutty month of May.  There is entirely too much to do and not near enough time to get it all done.

I feel like the leaf.  I’m barely hanging on.  I’m one strong gust away from disaster.

You know what I mean. We’re all in the same boat.  This brilliant lady says it best.

I am just done.  Sometime over the last week I seem to have switched to survival mode. There is a constant pile of clean clothes that need folding and dirty ones that need washing. This time of year school uniforms can be pulled from either pile. I don’t really care, so long as everyone has something to wear out the door.

I’m over making lunches too. I pack the same darn thing every day now, and haphazardly at best. One day last week three of the four lunches were missing items. One had no drink, one had no fork, and one had no fruit. I could excuse it by saying I was too busy going through homework folders and signing agendas, but that would be a lie. I looked back in shame to see I hadn’t signed Erin’s agenda since April 7.  April !!! That was nearly preseason, for heaven’s sake!

Today I worked was field day, tomorrow I will serve ice cream to sweet second graders, and next week we’ll prepare for and celebrate Emily’s 8th grade graduation.  Relatively quiet compared to the last couple weeks. The to do lists are winding down.

I do, however, still need to send in my contribution to the teachers’ end of the year gift fund.  And that is the one deadline I will be sure not to miss.  I only wish I could meet it with a larger check with way more zeros.  There is no more deserving group of people than those that teach our kids, put up with us slacker parents and our “May brains”, and keep our little people engaged and happy until the very last day of school.

Even those that may come to school in a dirty uniform.

I’ll be good to go again come August.  Or maybe even June.  I promise.  I hope.