June...

June.. is that month that I dread. Everything comes to a head. Most of the nonsense circulates around the kids. New activities have started, which in our house is soccer, soccer and soccer. With 3 kids playing, it is a 7 day a week commitment. Lots of winter activities are ending, so add in a few recitals. School is almost over, and some teachers are cramming in the remaining work and exams. Not to mention the clean out happening in the classrooms. Everyday a bag of **crap**comes home to sort through. How many journals do you keep for the memory box? Shake on some mothers guilt as you load up the recycling bin with artwork, and novels created by the girls. Schools love to plan year end activities, graduations, celebrations, fun days, and talent shows. Parents are always invited to come, and the kids expect you to show. On top of all of that I have a Birthday to plan. Billie was born of the first day of summer and the party must happen before all her friends leave for the summer. Life is so crazy that I can only look one day at a time. I made a attempt today to put all the June commitments on the calendar and ran out of space on Tuesday and Thursdays. Now here is the kicker, somehow I have to fit my life in. How come my stuff is always last? I enrolled in three courses all next week, it was a great idea in February, now it just makes my stomach hurt. At some point something is going to give, and I hope it's not the margarita machine. Come on July... Serenity.

**crap** used in this context is not meant to hurt the artist or budding novelist, however this work requires only one copy brought home. The rest should remain in the schools recycling program.