I do it to myself every year.
The month of May rolls around and I know that school will be out in a few weeks and we’re going to have days filled with nothing but time, time and more time. No more hurrying out the door in the morning all the while barking orders…
“Put your shoes on!”
“Stop hitting each other with stuffed animals!”
“Why are you taking that hair clip out that I just put in?”
“How could you get in the car without your backpack after I said 20 times ‘don’t forget your backpack!’?”
I’m starting to hyperventilate a little bit just typing that out and thinking about how that will be our life again here soon.
But in May, well, in May the desperation for a slower pace has reached it’s climax and I’m giddy with thoughts of endless hours of nothing. And not having to sign my initials on one more reading chart, permission slip or lunch calendar.