It is mid-April and I am done with the school year. I saw my first (slightly panicked) “Only 28 days ‘till school lets out” Facebook status update today and that made me realize the end is nearer than I thought. The end of the school year, that is.
So now my apathy makes sense. I’ve been feeling sort of “meh” about things lately and I just realized that’s due to me being over school. O-V-E-R.
I’m in that in between place. I’m not that fresh-as-a-daisy, “this school year is gonna rock” mom I am every August. I’m not that “Holy ever-loving crap, what am I gonna do with these kids all summer” mom I am every May. I’m not that “Oh we’re halfway there and livin’ on a prayer” optimistic mom I am every January. Shut up. I’m an eighties girl. Sing it with me.
I’m in that “I’m so done with the school year but I’ve still got six weeks to go” place I am every April. We’re over the spring break hangover. We’re somewhat back to our normal routine. The deluge of end-of-school-year stuff hasn’t started flooding the backpacks.
But I am O-V-E-R this school year. Done. Stick a fork in me done.
I can’t quite see the finish line. I know it’s up there just around the corner but I’m honestly kind of at that place in the race where I want to just lay down in the road. I call this the place where I’m done with the school year but the school year isn’t necessarily done with me.
Here are 9 signs you might be in the same boat:
- Your kids need haircuts…
…But haircuts are not likely to happen anytime soon because you’re stinkin’ disorganized.
I don’t think my little dudes have ever been quite so shaggy but it’s not really bothering me. It’s never too early to see if the man bun is your signature look, right?
- Your kids are wearing raggedy mismatched crap to school…
…and you really don’t care.
I’ve never been a “my kids should look like an ad for Gap at all times” mom but I usually make a reasonable effort to ensure they wear clean, weather-appropriate clothing that is in good repair and at least kind of matches.
It’s late April and we’re in full-on pattern mixing over here. You want to wear plaid shorts with a striped tee shirt? Fine. You feel strongly about your outfit of the day incorporating those t00-small sweatpants from the bottom of the laundry hamper? Whatevs, kid. Do. Your. Thing.
You watch your kids go off to school every day in two inches too short jeans and scuffed sneakers and you think to yourself “it’s good enough.” And it is.
- Your own “school day casual put together look” has slipped
I don’t know about you, but every September, I vow I’m going to be that “put together mom.” Not so annoyingly perfect that everyone hates you on principle, but casually put together. Your bun is artfully messy. Your yoga pants don’t bear visible signs of snot or oatmeal and at least once a week, you wear slacks with actual zippers and makeup.
I strive to look like the mom who has her crap together but not so much together that I seem like I’m trying too hard, and I pull that off for most of the year. But, it’s April and I’ve entered the season of “Today, I drove my kids to school wearing my nightgown.” The fear of “what if something happens and I have to actually get out of my minivan” is present but not enough of a threat to motivate me to get all the way dressed. My kids are still too young to be appropriately embarrassed if the princial sees me in my faded older-than-they-are flannel nightie accessorized with flip flops but I still sort of care.
- The quality of your packed lunches is…well, crappy
My September lunches were carefully assembled – fresh fruit in BPA free plastic containers – because ziplock baggies are evil. Imaginative sandwiches with the crusts cut off upon request. Folded napkins and encouraging notes.
Rolling towards May, my kids are lucky if I remembered to buy Lunchables at the grocery store.
- Your level of backpack attentiveness is…well, also crappy
I look back on the time I spent carefully examining each piece of paper that came home with my kids. I was on top of things. I was one of those “I have it together” moms and I did actually have it together.
I’m not actually saying I do this but if you shake the paperwork (and assorted dirty socks and petrified snacks from November) directly into the trashcan on Friday evenings…well, let’s just say you’re probably not alone.
- Your minivan is at an all-time level of gross…
…and you really don’t care. Art projects, stray cheese sticks, shin guards, that birthday party invitation that was mysteriously lost? They’re all in that Bermuda Triangle that is your people mover. Somewhere.
Some poor soul is going to have to detail that bad boy at some point. Hopefully, you’re a good tipper.
- You forget everything
Permission slips. Fundraising nights. Yearbook order forms.
“Oh, was that today?” is your mantra.
8. The idea of end-of-year school activities makes you twitchy…
…and for good reason.
Nowadays, you can’t just get by with giving the teacher a heartfelt thanks, congratulating your child on making it to the next grade or cheerfully throw out “see you laters” as you leave the campus on the last day of school.
Oh no siree bob this is 2017 and we have to make a much bigger deal out of this milestone.
Your kid needs a last day of school shirt that his or her classmates can autograph. You need to take a whimsical last day of school photo because of course you do. It’s fine if you don’t hire a professional photographer to capture this special moment but you damn sure better make it appropriately Instagram worthy.
Don’t forget teacher gifts, goody bags for classmates and a fun way to count down the days until the end of school. Also, if you don’t pummel your kids with water balloons when the arrive home on their last day of school or at least attack them with Silly String, you’re doing it wrong.
And shame on you if you don’t have a summer reading list, a summer bucket list and a summer random acts of kindness list ready to go.
9. You vow to do better next year
You know your standards have tanked and you feel bad about that. Not bad enough to actually…you know, do something about it but you look toward next year, determined to be supermom (or at least consistently just a hair about average mom) till the very end.
If you’re slacking on the downslide of the school year, that’s just a sign that you’re a normal mom. The truth of it is, you’re doing okay. You really are.