Maybe it was because of the excitement of my oldest baby going to kindergarten last year. Or maybe it was because summer was so sweetly sauntering by. Or maybe it was simply because I was way less prepared and organized this year. Whatever it was, August seemed to sneak up on me — leaving me completely overwhelmed.
We had been freely flowing through the days with only worries of sunscreen, bug spray and staying up too late. And then, boom, August and responsibility came crashing in.
It was like someone flipped a switch on the first day of the month and I realized that I am completely not ready for school to start. And not just in the sappy sense of the fact that my babies are getting older, but in the for-real sense of being completely unprepared.
A week ago, I didn’t even know when the first day of school was. And I totally forgot about the fact that there are open houses, days to pay dues and forms to complete. In all fairness, I have only done this once. Well, maybe it is my fourth time for preschool as both kids have gone two years but, still, it is only my second time for big-kid school.
Oh, and on top of all the back-to-school events, I also have had to register for dance classes (which my baby adamantly declared she did not want to do), and figure out soccer dates (which my oldest stated she was done with — but only because she wants to sit on the sidelines with GG and eat popcorn and candy).
And let me tell you about finding those darn soccer shin guards. Knowing I overbought last year and we had at least three pairs, Paul and I went searching in the play room. Immediately, I found one black one. Alright, I thought, this is not going to be as hard as I imagined. A few minutes later, I found a red one.
Excitedly, Paul pulled a blue one out of the toy box. We literally found one single of each. After I had finally decided that my kid would be the mismatched shin guard kid, we finally found a match. Ugh! Oh, I haven’t even started looking for hand-me-down dance shoes and outfits — heck, the first dance class is not until September. That can wait until next month.
Until August crept in, I completely forgot about well visits at the doctor. Preschool requires a form as well as a list of shots, but does first grade? Surely, 6 is past the age for well visits, right? To my surprise, when I called to schedule Reagan’s appointment, they told me kids should have well visits until they are 18. Um, what? I am sure that I never had that many well visits as a kid, but off to the doctor we went.
Why is it that every time we go to the doctor they need updated forms? Look, my child still has the same date of birth (even though I had to write it 20 times), and I will certainly let you know if we change our address, phone number, emergency contacts or insurance. After the doctor finished, we literally sat in the room for an extra 15 minutes just so I could fill out duplicate forms of what they already have on file.
Thankfully, my lunch break and Amazon took care of the gist of the school supplies. However, I totally missed out on the bookbag sale in July where I could have gotten the one bag Maylie really wanted for half price. But, again, I was not thinking school during our sweet summertime.
As I am a visual person, I marked up my work planner with all the important dates coming up in the next few weeks — and there are a lot. I basically am giving my husband a day-by-day, week-by-week plan nightly. I still need to put everything in our synced calendar on our phones — again a duplicate effort.
Sadly, I have barely had a second to think about how fast this summer has gone with my girls. Eighteen years, that is how long I have with them. Will they remember the many pool trips, lake adventures, lightening bug catches, bonfires and snuggles from this summer? Did I make this summer a memorable one? Mom guilt and worry also hit hard in August.
Regardless, time passes (surely beating the alternative) and here we are. Overwhelming as it has been, I finally feel like I have a half-way grip on what is coming at us — or at least I hope. But I will say that August has definitely become the most stressful month as a mom.
Sarah (Pitson) Shrader was born and raised in Lima. She is a Lima Central Catholic and Tiffin University graduate. Sarah is a full-time working mama who enjoys writing about her somewhat crazy, always adventurous life as a mother. She lives in Bath Township with her husband, Paul, and their daughters, her writing inspirations, Maylie and Reagan.