Updated May 10, 2012 @ 03:45 PM
I shouldn't hate May, I mean, May marks Finn's arrival into our lives, but I growl inside every time another May appointment - game - concert - event -
anything must be put into the schedule. My calendar software chuckles at me (literally, with reminders beeping about something new every 15 minutes) as I try to find spots for necessities, as if it holds the secret to making it all fit, but refuses to share it. I feel like the frog in that archaic video game,
Frogger, do you remember it?
I begin the day at 5 AM, staring at a full lineup of overlapping meetings and responsibilities and I hop here and there, backtracking and side-winding, just trying to get where I need be (asleep) at 10 PM. I'm not dodging cars and trucks, I'm dodging teacher requests, celebrations of any type and new season start-up meetings. And I don't get three lives like Frogger. I only get one.
It's honestly laughable to imagine Mother's Day plopped in the middle of this mix - what a joke! Although I fully intend to enjoy a full day of garden-dirty hands, and get my floral and vegetable fix, I can't imagine where the time or energy (or money) will come from. If I write one more check for an end of year t-shirt, appreciation item or unexpected activity expense, I think I might just throw in the towel.
I've said it before and I'll say it again - MAY IS WORSE THAN DECEMBER!
