Despite every indication this would be the school year that never ended here we are, tumbling into the first weekend of May. Flowers are blooming, birds are swooping in front of cars, and my control-happy heart is embracing the only thing keeping me sane.
No, not a yummy sparkling moscato. I’m talking about my very own end of school, here comes summer, Jesus-take-the-wheel-and-my-teenagers-too list.
You’ve got one of these, right?
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1. Find four bottles of sunscreen left over from last summer. Realize one has expired, two are more than half empty, and the last is a brand everyone refuses to use. Accept defeat and buy four new bottles of sunscreen. Put the others back in the closet because waste not, want not.
2. Start coordinating plans for end of year awards ceremonies, sports dinners, and parties. Note food obligations on calendar then promptly forget them until sixteen hours before said event. Cue running around like a hyperactive chicken facing my first potluck rodeo.
3. Ask kids if their swimsuits fit. Pray fervently that this is the year I won’t suffer through a three hour shopping excursion complete with dressing room contortions.
4. Whoops. Need to think about end of year teacher gifts. Preferably before the last week of school sneaks up on me.
5. Remember my definition of fit and Bear’s often vary. Require physical verification that her swimsuits are still rated PG.
6. Weep because I could dress this girl in head to toe scuba gear and it wouldn’t matter.
7. Start thinking of all the home projects we can get done with three capable humans home during the day. Cue riotous laughing.
8. Coordinate travel plans for summer calendar. Cross reference with kid, adult, and church obligations then resolve at least three conflicts. Alternate between thinking we’re too busy and that I dropped the ball on getting the kids interested in camp.
9. Consider tackling the monumental task of arranging dog sitters. Write down three travels dates, find two others that are optional, realize another is entirely up in the air. Try to figure out which options to send to our families for lake time. Put the whole thing aside to get some chips and salsa.
10. Wonder if it’s possible for weeds to multiply by force of will.
11. Contact the driving instructor to try to schedule T-man’s hours. Fail miserably. Make a note to try again in a month then immediately go into denial that we have a son almost ready to drive. What the what.
12. End up right where I always do: summer is coming, period, and not a damn thing I do will change the trajectory of three sunshiny months with everyone underfoot. Go into backup mode and find a new hiding place for that chocolate stash.
That sunscreen thing. Mmhm. *Sigh*
Chips and salsa. A lot the last few months. We’re becoming a joke because every time one of us goes to the store, we get more chips and salsa. (We’re well-stocked, but there could be a ‘pocalypse’ haha!
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A pocalypse, or someone who hits the midnight snacking hard and leaves no snackage for the next day’s inevitable cravings. Dude. I say better safe than sorry.
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Mmhm
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Oh girl, sounds like you need to strap on your seatbelt and hang on for the Summer ride, lol! All of the comings and goings sound crazy but that’s what Summer memories are made of. Such a cute post though, really rings true to life.
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So funny, really. I start every May off like this — feeling like maybe *this* year I can get a handle on the crazy. Eventually I just accept it and roll with the punches. 🙂
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#momlifestrong 🙌🏻💪🏻
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#hardcoretruth
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Chocolate stash. Does finding an Easter egg from last years hunt in the garden hedge count as my stash. In the U.K. the holiday is only 6 weeks which normally coincides with our monsoon period.
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Gee, I don’t think a monsoon period makes for a very relaxing holiday. But yes, that Easter egg totally counts as a stash!
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Memorial Day is right ’round the corner and the gas prices in this area have shot into the stratosphere accordingly. I almost went into cardiac arrest when I stopped to get Baby her monthly tank o’ gas (I can’t afford it more often) and the bill was over $30 for ten gallons (almost). AUGGGGHHHH! You said something about moscato?
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Gas prices are gouging us here, too. I’m a fan of moscato help. Sometimes cheesy chips and salsa help, too, depending on the salt craving factor. 😉
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So with sun screen expiration dates is that ‘born on date’ or ‘burn on date’ ?
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“burn on date”
Bwahahahahaha!!!!
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uh oh! 🤣
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Yup.
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I want to reblog this but no option.
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Weird! I’m so glad you said something because my settings and published posts aren’t matching up on that. Hopefully the happiness engineers can help sort it out! 🙂
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I find that May is every bit as chaotic as December. So much to plan for, much of which, like around the holiday season, is a practice in futility. As for #10, weeds be weeds because they do weedy things. You may quote me on this!
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Weeds be weeds. And the crowd roars AMEN.
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Whoa – driving??? How long have I been following this blog? At least you live closer to the store(s) now. Good luck – I’ll add you to the prayer list if you like.
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I know, right?? So it’s not the *whole* reason we moved, but making it so our teenage son wouldn’t drive country roads populated by kamikaze deer was definitely under the pro column. And yes, we will take all the prayers we can get!
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You have a secret chocolate stash too?
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Two when I’m smart. Thinking about finishing off those contraband Reese’s cups this morning before they get discovered this weekend. 😆
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And before they get effected by the high temps
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