This Sucks Season

Every year in April my eye starts to twitch. I used to think it was allergies when my kids were little and didn't do much, but now I realize I was being prepared for something bigger in the life of a mom where your kids have end of year parties, tryouts for the upcoming year's activities, and assemblies you have to sit through just to see your kid get a perfect attendance award only because you refuse to let them stay home unless they are literally dying or the school nurse tells you they absolutely cannot stay. April and May are notorious for ruining a perfectly good day. For instance, I got a field trip form to sign this morning for Maizy along with a note asking for parent chaperones to go with the choir kids to Hawaiian Falls. First of all, other people's kids, second, public swimming pools, and third, a swimsuit. All three of these things are HUGE red flags in my book. I get anxiety watching my own kids in the wave pool. Why would I willingly subject myself to the torture of watching someone else's? But guess what? I'm freaking going.

And Field Day. A day where you stand out in the 102 degree weather in your yoga pants because no way I'm wearing shorts until my chocolate addiction heals itself, and scream tug o'war directions to class after class of sweaty loud children until the end of the day comes and you get to take home one of your very own. But guess what? I'm doing that too.

And the high school awards ceremony which I'm assuming is just like middle school where you sit in the most uncomfortable bleachers for two and a half hours while they call out names for A Honor Roll students but wait, no literally, wait because your kid got A/B Honor Roll and your last name starts with a Q so bring a snack honey, you're gonna be here for a while. But guess what? I'll be at that too. (And just for the record I really am proud of them, I just hate the bleachers.)

And my least favorite of the 5th season of the year I like to call "this sucks" season is team tryouts. This year instead of our usual basketball one we are going with drill team. I hate all the meetings where they literally just read through the packet and then ask if anyone has any questions. I could've done that at home and then emailed my questions! My pants can only stay buttoned for an allotted amount of time each day. Buttons can only take so much. I've already lost a good pair this year alone to this very same thing. Then you have to drive them to and from all the "clinics" and sign all the forms and the worst part is the worrying. When your kid wants something so badly but it's completely up to them to get it, these are the things under eye bags are made of. But guess what? I'm doing that too. And if you're reading this, you probably will too. Not because you have to and certainly not because you WANT to, but because you love your kids. Isn't that why we do anything? Here's to hoping your "this sucks" season is fruitful! 5 WEEKS LEFT!!!!