I just wrote a check with the date May 1, 2009. No, I didn’t travel back in time to pay a debt. For a split second my brain actually thought it was still 2009. When I was younger, I always messed the year up for the first week or so after New Year’s. It used to drive my students crazy.
“Mrs. Chandler,” the kids would all roll their eyes. “It’s not 2006 anymore.”
But I’d always catch up eventually. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m creeping up on middle age or because I’m so damn busy these days, but I’m never really quite sure what day it is, let alone what year I’m living in.
Tonight, as we were doing the nightly ritual of crossing the day off of my oldest son’s calender, (this was after I got in my DeLorean with Michael J. Fox and traveled back to 2009 to write the check), I couldn’t believe that it was really the last day of April. Where did the month go? I say this because January, February, and March lasted forever. The weather was unseasonably cold and dreary for Texas, and my family took turns coughing up giant balls of phlegm. But April? It was gorgeous. The weather finally warmed up. We were healthy. The flowers bloomed, Holding Avery came out on eBook, I got to hold the actual paperback version of my book for the very first time, and my big boy Carter started T-ball. I also stayed true to my promise to write more and got quite a bit accomplished. Probably not quite a bit by John Updike standards, but definitely quite a bit by full-time Mommy trying to find balance standards.
And then I blinked an eye and this beautiful month was gone.
But that’s okay. Because I’m excited about May. It’s going to be a busy month for me, but the weather will be warmer, the sky will be bluer, and I have a feeling it’s going to turn out even better than April. Plus there are five weekends in May this year. How awesome is that?
Adiós, April 2009.
Whoops. You know what I mean.