I refuse to go crazy

Well, It is summer and we are all relieved to be on this side of the school year. Maybe I am getting old or people are trying to make me go crazy by putting more activities on my calendar, but it seems like the month of May looked a lot like December. Living on a college campus can get a little busy during these months. So I have come to the conclusion that it might be a plan of "those in charge" to push me over the edge. Just when I thought I was coping, My husband announced to me of the next week's activities. I mean it was full. It might be a game between ministries to see who can cram the most on the calendar. There were recitals, parties, baccalaureate, graduations, and a host of "end of year" events to attend. I finally figured out why they do all of this. If they can get everyone to go nuts, we could open our own insane asylum. It would be government funded so this would make us "self-supportive." They would let the teachers out on good behavior to teach their classes and we would never have to beg from those rich people on Jupiter Island again. Just an idea. Well, if this is part of a plan, I have decided to beat the system.

Since I am not a faculty member and they could not admit me on some type of legality, and since my husband doesn't go crazy as easy as I do, I will use the internet to come to my rescue. Yes, that is what I said. This past May it dawned on me that I did not have to attend every activity that was offered. When my husband dashed out of the house with his cap in hand and his gown blowing in the breeze to attend baccalaureate and graduation, I gathered the kids around the computer to watch Daddy and a host of others march down the long aisle. I was a little concerned that he might fall asleep without a kid on his lap, but then I had my cell phone. I could always call and wake him up with his phone vibrating in his pocket. I put a batch of cookies in the oven and came back to clap for the speeches and graduates. If I had wanted to, I could have banged pots and pans, and hooped and hollered and nobody would have cared. So with a glass of tea in hand , I enjoyed the graduation. Until the day they let my dear husband carry a child on each hip as he marches with the teachers, I think I will enjoy this activity from the comforts of my home.