Soccer practice twice a week for two children at different times.
Softball games three times a week.
Baseball practice twice a week.
Ballet practice once a week for the smallest child.
A recital upcoming. Pictures, dress rehearsal and a small gathering at our house afterwards.
Piano lessons for two children, plus practice time.
Girl Scouts every other week.
Gymnastics every Wednesday.
School pick up and drop off every day twice a day.
Preschool twice a week.
At least two and possibly up to four soccer games each weekend.
A tournament in two weeks that our soccer club is hosting and requiring each family to volunteer 6 hours working.
The art fair project at school that I volunteer for each year.
End of year teacher gifts to coordinate.
Field trip next week to chaperone.
The second grade sing at school.
Volunteer breakfast at school next week.
Girl's softball game with PE teachers after school next week.
It’s ok. I got this.
I look at this time of year, the hell that has become known as May, as a mad dash. If I can just hang in there and not have my legs give out, I can make it. Make it to the finish line. The end of the school year. I will promptly say goodbye and suck it to that horrid schedule. To the demands on our family’s time. To the running. To the craziness. And into the bliss of summer.
Here we come.
Finish line in sight…