Hey there, March. This Year is Really Happening

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Real life is for March. There is no denying that we are solidly into 2016, even though I’ve spent the last two months trying to craft a metaphor for months feeling like days of the week. I started strong with January being the Monday of months, but that was where it ended, because February is kind of like a Tuesday after a Monday holiday, but even I knew I was stretching this to ridiculous proportions.

This whole year is in like a lion (I cannot give up the metaphors) between work, so much work, high school applications, summer vacation planning or procrastinating, summer camp scheduling, trying to keep my kids from spending their life on YouTube (like a moth to a flame), graduation planning (parents coordinate the event at our school), and the usual kid activity juggling. I’m writing this from my car, using my steering wheel to balance my laptop, while worrying about typing so hard that I’ll start honking the horn.

I’m daydreaming about free time as we close in on the end of an activity for one kid and a major work deadline for me. It’s still a few weeks away, but close enough that I can see the light and imagine myself getting lost in pointless Facebook train wrecks when I should be catching up on other work and actually planing our summer. In the past few days, I’ve booked two meals at Disneyland, which has given me enough impetus to survive.

Two and a half more weeks until normalcy returns. Not that I’m counting.

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