For years now, we have had a rocky relationship. But in 2020, you gave me hope that our relationship was on the mend. For the first in a long time, I liked you again.
You were so kind last year. There were no end-of-year concerts, competitions, family gatherings, AP tests, banquets, or any of the other stressors in our relationship.
I realize that the world was in the midst of a global pandemic, but I thought maybe, just maybe, you had learned a lesson in kindness, and things had permanently changed for the better.
I was wrong. SO wrong. What you did last year was make me complacent and lure me into a false sense of security.
Not only are you back to your old antics, but you came back with a vengeance.
You added a prom, senior parade, high school graduation, five scholarship deadlines, a college housing application, a car loan refi, mortgage refi, and a new puppy. (Okay, I will accept partial responsibility for that last one.)
But the worst thing you did was drag April into our problems.
Once filled with bluebonnets and great weather, this year April just had to get in on the action with financial aid packages, accepted student events, seven scholarship applications, vaccinations with side effects, an academic excellence banquet, a flat tire that required towing, and over a dozen dead trees that needed to be removed (I realize that February is partially to blame for that.)
So, April, you are on thin ice.
But May, I’m giving you one more chance, and after that, I’m cutting you out of my life and going straight from April to June.