I have nothing to report that I have gotten rid of. I am not worried. This summer is a time of cleaning for our household. I will be moving a lot of stuff out of the house. Whatever game I suggest that gets a “no, I don’t like that game,” it’ll be donated. Whenever a summer toy breaks, we won’t fix it, it’ll be tossed. When the stains of summer fun (watermelon, popsicle, snow cones) don’t come out in the wash, goodbye t-shirt. Prepare for a summer of items.
Let me catch you up on why nothing has gone out the door as of late. First, we just got back from a 4 day trip to Las Vegas for a 5 game soccer tournament. Long, but fun weekend. I didn’t blog before I went ’cause I’m uncomfortable saying I’m going out of town online until I return. I didn’t even send an instagram all weekend for the same reason. We had a house sitter but I still don’t like to announce “we are out of town.” Another quirk of mine.
I have referred to the busyness of this time of year in the past few blogs I wrote. Somehow I found stuff to get rid of those weeks. I just can’t right now. The busyness caught up with me. During the day, I usually can catch up on things but lately even my days are full. I had two meetings with friends that were long overdue. I led worship at Bible Study and facilitated my table in my leader’s absence. I had lunch with a friend who has a new job. My daughter had girl scouts while I took my other daughter to her yearly checkup. My son got a last minute playdate where the mom even said, “wow, this is not like you to be last minute.” We had soccer practices and one I showed up for that was cancelled but I didn’t get the email. Open house was last week for my elementary kids which isn’t just walk around the classrooms anymore. It’s show up at 5, eat dinner at the school, watch the orchestra and band perform, then run to the classrooms to see all the work the kids have done all year. Again, all fun stuff but all packed in. Throw in my making a skirt for my older daughter’s performance this week and packing for a trip. I survived.
What’s funny if that I felt so guilty all weekend not blogging? I truly thought it was weeks since I have written. I feel like I have lived several weeks only to find that I wrote last Sunday. A week and two days is all it has been. I am shocked. I can almost promise you that I won’t be blogging this week either. It’s as busy as last. Four day school week due to Memorial Day (thanks for your service men/women who give so much for our freedom.) Today is a minimum day for elementary school (why, we just had a day off?), orchestra concert tonight at middle school, soccer practice, last girl scout meeting of the year (did I mention I am the leader so I need to be prepared to run the meeting?), soccer\boy scouts\youth group all on the same night at the same start\finish time, tennis (that’s fun), parent night at the middle school, then the weekend with baseball closing ceremonies, another soccer tournament and a birthday party to attend. Again, all good stuff but seriously, I don’t know when I am going to even have time to buy a gift.
Thanks for listening to my venting about May. At least Sunday is June. Maybe June will bring one open day in our schedule. It will once school ends. I already know I have 3 PTA luncheons and two thank you luncheons in two weeks time. So much for watching my waistline. OK, I am done. I need to get started on my crazy week.
By the way, the only way to survive the May mayhem is clinging to God. I woke up and sang this song to Him in my head
“As I come into Your presence, past the gates of praise,
Into Your sanctuary, till were standing face to face,
I look upon Your countenance, I see the fullness of Your grace, And I can only bow down and say,
You are awesome in this place mighty God.
You are awesome in this place Abba Father.
You are worthy of all praise, to You our lives we raise,
You are awesome in this place, Mighty God.”
I stand before His throne, praise Him, sit at His feet (today I climbed on His lap), then I start my day. He can handle it all and allow me to handle it all with grace.