May-be This is Too Much

Ahhhh May. The month in which most of the end of the school year activities are crammed, the month of overlapping soccer and t-ball seasons, the month in which I scheduled a ridiculous number of appointments, the month that I signed up for a student and am, therefore, unable to take off work to attend all the happenings (such a rookie mistake), and, consequently, the month in which we will be eating an excessive number of grilled cheese sandwiches and hot dogs.

My calendar is frightening. It is full of dates, times, and places that we have to be and dozens of reminders. I have to remember field trip permission slips, white shirt for Sullivan to decorate for the end of the year celebration, Teacher Appreciation Week, field day, end of the year concerts (two kids at two different schools), dentist and doctor appointments, T-ball pictures, snack day for soccer, and the list goes on and on.

And, honestly, even in a normal month, I am one lost shoe away from total meltdown. Running a household with three kids takes a lot of planning and preparation. Everything hangs in such a delicate balance that it just takes one lost baseball mitt, one five minute late departure, or one sniffly kid to throw everything out of whack. With so much going on in May, I was bound to forget something, despite my calendar barking out daily warnings.

Yesterday, I forgot to feed Brady lunch.

He was jumping out of the van, ready for his soccer game, when he saw the bag of crackers I had packed for the baby (who actually is not really a baby anymore, but that is another post for another time.) He asked if he could have some since he had not had lunch.

Mark looked at me, “He hasn’t had lunch?”

I thought back to the afternoon. I had been out with the littles and fed them when we came home. Mark and Brady came home a little while later and I asked Brady what he wanted to eat, but he never answered me. I asked him twice (so there’s that), and then I guess my brain moved on to the next thing and lunch for Brady was completely forgotten.

So maybe May has become a little too much for me and I will have to start scheduling meals on my calendar, just like everything else.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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