Wow. I have not blogged in so long that when I logged on here, it took me 5 minutes to figure out where to click "add a new post". Seriously. In my absence, they went and changed everything on me.
Where has the time gone? Well, in the midst of the hurricanes (4 of them) that are swirling around me at a steady constant now, I grabbed myself an actual paying job that I can do from home. The ability to work from home and not have to alter my children's schedules in any way, shape or form? SCORE! Finding time to actually do the work when the earth is lit by the sun? FAIL! Let's just say that I'm learning to operate on less sleep. And if I have to chose between my "me" time of running or blogging. Well, I think you can guess which one wins out.
Sooooooo, I could probably handle the new gig, the kids, the activities, the school board and running time....in a normal month. But, Lord Almighty. Every single year....Every. Single. Year. I forget about the month of May.
It is the best of times. And it is the worst of times.
Anyone with young kids knows what I am talking about.
Let's start with the best. The weather! The cookouts! The outdoor parties! Longer days! The fresh produce spilling over at the farmer's market! The smells and sights of Spring! All these things can sum up to some fantabulistic days with memories that warm my heart like the reborn sun.
But. But. BUT.
There is something in the air that makes the kids a little nutty. Okay, a LOT nutty. And I really can't quite wrap my head around it. Maybe it's the end of the school year. We're all tired of the routine. The schedules. Maybe even at their young age, it's the thought of change. A year is ending. A new one awaits at the other side of the summer....and it is unknown. Or maybe it is just that their little bodies have to adjust to the longer days. The hours spent shooting hoops, riding bikes, playing catch, playing a newly made-up game of "tackle-tag" (not sure how long I'll let this one last). Whatever the reason, the month of May brings out a different side of the kids. Let's call it....hmmmmm.....let's call it.......their "fiesty side".
And I am different in May too. Probably for some of the same reasons. But, as I've gotten older and the kids have gotten older, I have gotten more and more nostalgic in the month of May. My oldest will no longer be in the innocent days of kindergarten. My 4-yo will be on his way to turning 5 and entering pre-K. My 2-yo will leave his very first little classroom downstairs where he cried every single Monday, Wednesday and Friday that I dropped him off this year....until last week. And my little bonus baby will enter into a summer where he will complete his 1st year of life. Yep. I get a little nostalgic. And the nostalgia mixed with the fiestiness makes for some....well...."interesting" days.
But now, with just a few days left before Memorial Day weekend, I can wade my arms quickly enough and actually see June looming ahead. And every June, the madness of May seems to evaporate into thin air. The lazy days of summer greet us every morning, with schedule-free days and the smells of sunscreen. We decide where we go, what we do and when we do it. I'm not stupid. I know we'll still have fiesty days and I may have to dig a little deeper to get everything done with all the kids at home. But, you know what?
Bring it on.
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