This has been the busiest, most un-fun school year ever! The homework and school projects have gotten completely out of control. So much so, I've joked about completing third and fifth grades twice.
We're on the last leg of the race and I'll be victorious if I don't smack someone with the baton!
Baby girl is still NOT sleeping and I've considered just giving her OTC meds. My house is impossible to keep clean. I sometimes fill laundry baskets with random crap and stash it just so I don't have to look at it. A few weeks ago we finished the flag football season on a bang. By bang, I mean four grueling hours on the open field in the blazing sun, competing in playoff games. Needless to say I was glad neither team made it to the championship.
I celebrated Mother's Day in Lowe's and Calloway's. My gift: checking things off the 'honey do list'. My love language: Acts of Service. The following week, I chaperoned a museum field trip and was reminded of one of the reasons I decided not to return to the classroom. Most recently, we hosted our first family party since we've moved. Twenty-two people replied. Forty showed up. It was a fun time, but if my narcoleptic-like naps are any indication, I think I just recovered this afternoon when I shot off the couch at dismissal time, in a confused state, wiping drool from my chin.
Still there's more: four end of the year pool parties, a field trip, and graduation ceremony. I hate to sound like those moms who brag about their busy-ness like it's a new golden notch on their championship belt. I really don't think we're over committed. I think it's just a way of life in a family of five.
Will I ever get used to it? I don't know. Will I ever miss it? Maybe one day when the house is still and quiet. For now, I just keep putting one foot in front of the other in hopes that I get it right and apologizing when I screw it all up.