May, ah what a lovely month filled with longer spring nights, relaxing and preparing for your savage tan for summer...yeah effing right. For about the past 10 years of my life May has been full of events. First of all my Mom's birthday is May 7th, which is usually the day right around Mother's Day, yaay. Also my parents had the great idea to get married the next week so their anniversary is the 15th, now that my dad has passed we don't celebrate that anymore. One of my best friends, her birthday is the 16th, yeah we're gonna keep going to hold on tight. My boyfriend who is deeply involved in the aviation and war bird community...oh guess what ALL of the airshows that we frequent are in MAY! This year mom my is retiring, oh you guessed it, in May, as well as having a family get together after her retirement party at my house. This is not to mention that the past 3 years I have had friends all getting married, having babies, etc etc all in May.
What this usually boils down to is me having a fucking panic attack around March as my weekends in May become booked in a matter of a week or so. By the time I actually make it through the month I just want to die but cannot afford to because I have spent all of my money on fucking presents for whatever occasion is occurring.
If someone even thinks about attempting to book something the last week of April I just scoff and say "that's cute, I was booked in March, maybe next time get the jump and let me know mid-January, ok sweetie" haha.
I don't know why this all stresses me out so, but I am the kind of person who likes to sit at home and do nothing. I am not a get up and go yee-haw kind of girl at all. So the idea of running around like a chicken with my head cut off for a whole month just makes me want to take a damn nap.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
But I still do it anyway, at least we are halfway there, only 2 more weekends to survive!
