No Rest For the Weary

This is what the past several weeks of my existence looked like:

I would be completely lost without my calendars, both the
one on my refrigerator and the one that comes with me everywhere,
sending alerts to remind me when I need to be somewhere.
Thank you, technology!!

It's entirely possible that May 2012 (along with the first week of June) has been the busiest month I have experienced since I became a mother.  See that block of emptiness that follows June 9?  I had been anxiously awaiting it, and it's finally here!  Can I get a hallelujah!?


Here's some of the reasons I was running around like a crazy person:


· T-Ball ·
Ava decided she'd play t-ball again this year.  I was extremely surprised that she didn't complain once throughout the whole season, having quit a previous year because she was too cold.  I, however, can completely understand because, as is the case every year, t-ball game days are ALWAYS cold, wet and/or windy.  (It must be a curse.)  Which is why this year I watched most of her games from the comfort of my car.  I suffered some degree of guilt for doing this, but apparently not so much that I was compelled to sit outside in the cold with her.  Meanwhile, Fiona spent the hour crawling all over me while adjusting the settings on my lights/radio/air conditioning.

Don't let their team name fool you.

Goofballs!

· Violin ·
Ava was also busy with her violin this month.  Along with her recital, she earned a spot in her school's talent show.  On both occasions we attempted to record her performance, and on both occasions we experienced technical difficulties.  Brilliant.  On a side note, she is now practicing her violin daily without any reminders or complaining.  I'm sure bribery had nothing to do with it.  

Notice that this photo was taken at neither a recital nor a
talent show, but it is definitely  Ava playing her violin.
(She's serenading Ellia with the "Happy Birthday" song.)

· Subbing ·
I had a lot of opportunities to sub in May.  Teaching preschoolers and kindergartners is a lot like being a mom.  The lack of listening.  The consistent whining and tattling.  The boogery noses.  And the fact that in spite of all of this, the kids really grow on you.  I feel right at home in the classroom.


· Preschool ·
Ellia finished up her first year at preschool and her class put on an adorable program, "We Love America!"  She is a natural performer.  Not once was she distracted by, say, her star necklace with a penny taped to it.  Not Ellia.

"Dinah, blow your horn!"

Miss Heather & Miss Lori, who haven't seen the
last of us.

· Dance ·
Dance recital time is always hectic, especially now that I have another dancer in the house.  Lots of costume changes.  Lots of practicing.  Lots of hairspray.  And lots of relief when it's all over.  They both did a great job, and what they lack in skill, they make up for in cuteness.  Let's just hope they don't take after their mother, who is possibly the world's worst dancer, next to Elaine from Seinfeld.

The end of the girls' dance recital marked the beginning of my Summer of Freedom, which I have just dubbed it.  And by freedom I only mean lack of schedules.  I realize that I can never escape the constant demands of my three lovely children.


I have set a goal to work on my bajillions of unfinished projects this summer.  So far, so good.  I'll be posting my progress in future blogs.  I'm sure you'll be waiting with anticipation.  (There really does need to be a font for sarcasm.)


I also have a goal of making a tank of gas last longer than a week.  Prospects are looking good.