While discussing the month of May on social media, a friend of a friend coined this month along the lines of "December on steroids." She was spot on. It is the month that starts off full of excitement and ends with a desperate struggle to survive until June.
If you're not quite understanding what I'm talking about, chances are you don't have school-aged children in your life. If you are nodding your weary head in agreement, chances are you do. We can do it, people! Just a few more days left!
My morning alarm goes off before I want it to, and I contemplate the amount of days left before I can hit snooze without disastrous consequences of ruining a perfect tardiness record. Before the coffee is done brewing I am already in mom-bie -- mom plus zombie equals mom-bie -- mode trying to find enough food in the house to pack decent lunches for us all.
In September, there were sandwiches with soft bread, condiments, fresh fruit and crispy chips. In May, I'm sniffing the heels of the loaves for mold and hoping that if I make the sandwich inside out and put enough peanut butter on it they won't realize it's not an inner piece of bread. (Wait, do I even have jelly?) I pick through half-fuzzy grapes and find some stale pretzels in the back of the pantry, throw them all in a lunchbox and think to myself, "I'll go to the store tonight and will do a much better job at this tomorrow."
But there's no time for something as frivolous as organized grocery shopping in May. After work there is the daily routine of driving children to places and then going to the end of school event of the day. If it's not a concert, it's a sporting event or a presentation or something else that I can't even remember because all of that sitting on bleachers and hard chairs and watching these people I love do amazing things has somehow flattened my brain as well as my backside.
By the time we all get home, we realize we haven't eaten a meal before 8 o'clock in weeks and I creep in exhaustion to the storage freezer in hopes there is just one more bag of frozen vegetables and frozen pizza that will fuel our May-crazed bodies.
Ready to put this day to rest and begin all over again tomorrow, the late daylight hours curse every parent with children who can't quite grasp the concept of going to sleep unless darkness has fallen. Can they stay up late? Sure. Why not? If moldy bread and frozen pizza can sustain them to the late hours, more power to them.
Me? I'm headed to bed with my alarm set 15 minutes later. They're gonna have to buy a lunch tomorrow.