I'm not working this holiday weekend. It was a debatable and I'm probably going to pay for it on Tuesday and Wednesday but there's only so much I can do. If you've been reading here for awhile, you may recall that the month of June is usually outrageously busy for me at work. It's when we complete our biggest deadline and requires mucho overtime in order to finish. This year, the deadline was moved up a full month ahead of schedule and I'm actually okay with it. Why prolong the torture? Being absent from home in June in the past has been stressful. I hit the dance recital unprepared. Then there's the gymnastics show and all the end of school year stuff. I didn't know if I was coming or going.
The month of May is always a bit of a struggle for me as I know that at the end of it, I have Abigail's birthday to face. Work has been a welcome distraction in helping the month to pass. Dread began to trickle into my heart this past week when I realized that the month would soon be closing and June would be upon us. There will be a ninth birthday and no way to celebrate that will fill the empty space inside of me.
Allie's class had a Mother's Day tea at the beginning of the month and while juggling work created a bit of anxiety on my end, I wasn't going to miss it. How could I miss it? I've been doing this working mom gig for seven years now and I've come to the conclusion that there is no balance. It's a juggling act at best.
I love this kid's style.
We've already had some super warm days and we're looking forward to summer. Sounds like it will be heading our way this week. Whenever we walk down the street, I think about all the snow that seems to have just melted and how I had to dodge snowplows if I attempted to leave my driveway. I hope that was a once in a lifetime experience.
Allie blowing off steam. Let it out, girl.