Welcome to MAYCEMBER! (where good intentions lead to chaos)

If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, the month of May is the Cybertruck transporting all us towards the inferno. Some folks cutely refer to this time of year as “Maycember”—a colloquial phrase mashing up the craziness of the Holiday season with the “end-of-the-school-year” shenanigans. Maycember can traumatize anyone but I’m specifically referring to the adverse effects on moms. And, friends, we’re going down! 
I see you nodding along. But, I’m here to douse you with a cold shower of truth. This insanity that is May is a self-inflicted wound. Yup, we do this to ourselves! It’s one good deed followed by another, littered with loads of good intentions, and we all know those lead us to…H-E-double hockey sticks! 

Let me explain…It starts the first week of May with Nurses Appreciation Week, which strolls right into Teachers Appreciation Week which also includes Principals Appreciation Day, then toss in Mothers Day (spoiler alert: Moms plan this too!) and graduations—we’ve just set off a circle of well-intentioned insanity that affects all of us. The room parents are collecting money, gift cards, and chocolates to shower these well-deserved professionals, but these professionals are also parents! So…the nurse is frantically “thanking” the teacher who bought her the gift card and is turning around and buying a gift for the teacher because her son is that class! 🥵 I know! My head is spinning too!!! 

This madness continues so on and so forth until the MOMS land face-planted in June—tired, happy, confused, conflicted, grateful, resentful, and well, a tad terrified that now it’s Summer! (Cue Lucifer’s Grand Entrance!) 
The world continues to pit women against women because it’s easy. The old cliches that just won’t die like “working moms” vs. “stay-at-home moms” or the new ones…like “liberal moms” vs. “conservative moms” which really boils down to…”moms that feed their kids Lunchables” vs. “Non-Lunchable loving moms” (PS- I’m both of these on any given day!)

This fictional friction is fake because those of us working in the trenches of parenthood (in real-life, not social media) have no time for this bologna! Our livelihood depends on the kindness of our comrades. I don’t care where you are from, what you believe, where you work or don’t, or to whom you are married to or not. All I care about is this: Can you pick my kid up from ballet at 5pm today because I’m stretched and can’t be 3 places at once! 😂 Happy Maycember! Be careful out there—watch your six-no Mom left behind.