As March melts into April, we all want it to be spring. Mother Nature is tempting us with sunshine and longer days, but then there’s that wind, rain and chilly morning temps. With Easter and spring break coming, April will come and go in a blink and May will be knocking on the door. April was also the month I secretly prayed at night for rain so that after-school sports and games might get rained out and we’d get a bonus hour or two out of it because I knew May would be a doosey
When my kids were adolescents and I was teaching full time, I remember feeling that May was a bit conspiratorial. It gave us a glimpse of summer ease, but there is always so much packed into the last weeks of school. Concerts, plays, field trips, outdoor sports, the desire to play outside BEFORE and AFTER dinner. Toss in things like First Communions, graduations, all that spring yard work, and it is just relentless. To end the month, the US Naval Academy’s Commissioning Week means an influx of thousands of proud family and friends and lets us Annapolitans usher in summer with the Blue Angels’ flight demonstrations.
Let’s stick with April, shall we?Read More
The Bee Gees.
Weren’t they just dreamy? Those of us nearly too young to really know the Beatles, hung on the love songs by Barry, Robin and Maurice. Those outrageous leisure suits and stacked heels (nothing my CPA dad nor friends would ever sport) were fetching! I remember hearing these lyrics and thinking that my mother really didn’t go anywhere when we were gone to school.
How funny is that?
Can you imagine your kids thinking you’re just sitting around at home while they are off at school? As in, on the couch eating bon-bons and watching Netflix? (Hey - and if you ARE doing that - no judgment, just more power to ya, sister!)
Parenthood by default means juggling work, kids, and that sliver of a personal life. We all question what we are doing and we all see the joy and love and the frustration and struggle. Maybe you're going this parenting route alone or you're often alone. I know what it’s like. When my kids were adolescents, there were months my husband was gone 10, 12, sometimes even 20 days a month. It. Was. Insane.
I was a little insane.