Observing May

May is a killer.
No really, an absolute killer,
Graduations, end of year banquets, end of year pictures, awards assemblies, end of year permission slips flying around, outfits and shoes needed for the events, and the list goes on and on and on and on.
May is a killer.

Here's what I have observed:

-I am handing out money and checks on an hourly, possibly minute by minute, basis. 
-We are never going to be prepared a week or two ahead of time with a complete outfit. One of the girls will always be yelling, "I need shoes, bra, belt, white button down (insert item here)" an hour before we leave.
-When the weather goes south before an event, there are a lot of moms standing around looking cold and pissed in an outfit that was carefully planned for months around a different weather outlook and dammit we are middle aged and not deviating from the plan
-Awards ceremonies are attended 50/50 by parents who were dying to come, and parents who are over it
-The physics Rube Goldberg Project (I may not even be spelling or naming it correctly) is fuckery...every time no matter the child or their dedication to it
-Unless the awards have a category for sarcasm or funny...we aren't getting one
-I don't need to take a group picture. Someone always takes a better one than me and I can steal it from Facebook
-This was the best May of my life because I don't work. I have zero idea how I did May for 21 years and worked.
-Someone is always going to say this sentence to me at a May event. "You have four girls? I had no idea. I thought you only had three." Which basically means I had kids through two different age groups so many of these moms have never even seen my oldest child. That and I'm not promoting my blog enough.
-Moving the Middle School awards assembly to a venue with chairs that are both cushioned and have backs was thrilling. I have decided to get the principal a gift card. 
-My husband is never going to know where our kids are on any given night. Even though they have been at the same place, on the same night at the same time for the last nine months. In May he will still say (more than once), "Where do I get Mary?"
-I am always going to lose my shit at some point over something totally stupid and with the wrong kid (sorry Paige, this morning it was you).
-The best life lessons for my girls have come from their low moments in May. Their highest moments have come the next May, when the built themselves back up.
-Now that I don't work, my house does not look like a crack house in May...but the high school Junior's room still does.
-Someone is always going to surprise you in May. Good or Bad you are always going to have a surprise.

We are nearing the end. A week and some change left. Breathe, carry lots of cash, and be ready for summer. 
May is a killer.