I know somebody--T.S. Eliot, maybe?--said April is the cruelest month. I actually think that honor belongs to June.
I’m not even talking about teacher gifts, which stump me every year. We routinely fall back on gift cards because I read a New Yorker article by Caitlin Flanagan a few years back in which she basically said that most teachers hate most gifts. So I figure you can’t go too wrong with a gift card, particularly if you miraculously convince your child to write a really nice note to go with it, which somehow I managed to do this year.
No, I really mean the convergence of so many deadlines at once. There is the looming end of school, with its attendant parties and bizarre half days. (And can anybody tell me why the last day of school only lasts an hour?). There is the need to get everything in your garden planted before it’s suddenly August and you realize you have not put the tomatoes in yet. There is getting kids ready for camp, which always requires last-minute medical forms if you come from a procrastinating family, as I do.
Last Thursday was Middle’s last day of elementary school. I walk him to school nearly every day, and as we walked last Thursday I realized that I would never walk him to school again. For just a moment, I felt like I was going to cry. And then I remembered the camp packing (deadline: yesterday) and his birthday (deadline: last Friday), and I snapped right out of it.
But I do wonder: does anyone else out there find June nearly impossible to manage? And what can we do about it!?!?!