June is an exciting month for our family. There’s always a lot going on. But exciting months don’t just happen, exciting months are planned by someone. For me, at least, an exciting month can very quickly become a busy month and then a stressful month. Sometimes I have to stop and breathe and remember that it’s supposed to be fun.
We have two birthdays, Father’s Day, my parents’ wedding anniversary (with ours at the start of July, therefore requiring June planning), Britmums Live and a dance show. We also have two Scout camps and extra dance rehearsals for my daughter on a Saturday morning (in addition to the usual swimming lessons and football), and it all requires careful planning and consideration.
We all love birthdays and we always try to make them special. And when I say ‘we’, I mean I. There’s always banners and balloons and a little party with my family. We put careful thought into cards – usually ordering personalised ones from Funky Pigeon. My son turns 13 at the end of the month. He no longer knows what he wants for his birthday – and when he does reach something close to a decision it is usually something over budget. I find myself keep saying “I’ll have to talk to
Daddy Dad about that,” but then I even struggle to find time for a conversation with my own husband because we’re always so busy. My son also has to decide how he wants to celebrate with his friends (in my experience getting a 12 year old boy to make a decision is like getting blood out of a stone) and then there’s the small matter of the inter-school primary school athletics competition which both my younger kids have been selected for. ON THEIR BROTHER’S BIRTHDAY.
What do you buy for a Daddy for Father’s Day three days after his birthday? And what do I buy for my own Dad who always says he doesn’t want anything and would probably be happy with nothing, but that’s not right, is it? And what do you buy for the parents who do so much for you, for their wedding anniversary?
June really is one long shopping trip. And not in a good way. Especially when your son rips his trousers and he’s only got one pair left (and shops don’t stock many clothes for 13yo boys) and loses his PE kit and your other son gets holes in his school shoes from too much football in the playground. There is so much sport at weekends (and dance classes in the week) that I can’t even find time to take my own sons to town to replace their lost and damaged clothing. Not to mention the fact that we’ve only got one car between five of us and we always need to be in two different places at once.
I can’t wait for Britmums Live. CANNOT WAIT. But I never go away and leave my kids, and it’s a really big deal of planning and organisation. I have to organise my mum to pick them up from school and give them their tea. My husband has to be home from work early enough to see my the boys off on Scout camp (and my sons will actually have to pack their own stuff because I won’t be there to
do it for them help) and my mum will need to take my daughter to swimming lessons while my husband is football coaching. Then my husband will have to take my daughter to her dance dress rehearsal AND crimp her hair. All while I’m having a great time in London.
Our annual dance show takes place the same weekend as Britmums Live. I love the dance show and I’m only in two dances, but I really struggle to learn a dance. I’m telling myself I must practice every day, but with everything else going on, it isn’t happening and I’m only managing about 20 minutes twice a week. I will get home LATE from Britmums Live, with all dance moves gone from my head, knowing that I’ll have to be at the theatre at 8.30am, with my hair all crimped and ready to go. My head will not be in the right place (I know this because I had the exact same situation last year).
I will enjoy June, but as we move into July I will breathe a sigh of relief. I know I won’t have another birthday to organise until October, the dance show is over for another year and I can stop worrying about practicing and I won’t have a month as
stressful busy until December.
For the next few months, I will have time to breathe.
I wrote this post in response to a prompt on The Gallery at Sticky Fingers. Pop over to see how others have interpreted the theme ‘breathe’.