The sunscreen has hardly been pulled out and applied when the emails begin. Tryouts. End of year field trips. Buy your ____ now at our pre-summer pricing! Sports physicals. Registration for next year. Seriously??? I will have her registered before the last day of school and inevitably, it will be a rigamarole of finding the right documents to verify that our address of FIVE YEARS is indeed correct.
Add to that the ever growing list of needs to satisfy a modern day pre-teen:
-I am out of concealer
-I need new ripped jean shorts, but not THOSE. I need MORE rips.
-Where is the white paint? And scissors? And tape? How did we run out of tape???
Despite the chaos, we take it all in stride and I relish tossing all those post-its with the firey passion of an NBA player at play-offs. This year got ahead of me, though. I forgot who I was and what month it was. I got inundated and overwhelmed and may have lost it unknowingly at work. After some deep breathing and a quick apology, I simply opened the emails, calendars, texts, and began writing it all down because we all know avoiding the unavoidable is a terrible idea.
In just a few short weeks it's goodbye to 6th grade. Clubs will be over, registration will be complete, passes are purchased, summer plans are set in stone, and then it's easy street. We will spend June, July and part of August making memories, eating all the ice cream, and reapplying sunscreen. Bring it on! You can't make lemonade without a few lemons and for now, that's okay.
