Waiting For The Back-To-School Tsunami To Hit

I feel as though I’m standing on a beach looking out at the Atlantic Ocean. The sun is actively burning above but the crisp sea breeze is keeping my skin cool. My feet are turning pink, and tingling as the cold tide washes over them, lodging pebbles and small stones in between my toes as the water is pulled back in preparation for the next rush of water.


Yet I can see it in the distance. That giant wave. With my name on it. And it’s heavily loaded down and seems ready to knock me down, wash over me like the deceivingly gentle tide waters are doing to my feet.

Even from where I’m standing in relative safety, I can see what the oversized wave is carrying along with it and will soon be dumping on top of my head:

  • E-mails about youth hockey practices starting this week and the news that the first game of the season starts at 6 a.m. on, of all days, September 11.


  • Reminders from my 10-year-old hockey player about gear that’s worn out or that he’s outgrown.


  • As yet unsent e-mails from my children’s soccer coaches about practices for my twin seventh graders (who’ll be on different teams) and subsequent game schedules that’ll likely take my husband and me all over eastern Massachusetts during the weekends, through November.


  • Early morning/before school band practices for both of my sons - is the youngest really going to keep playing in the percussion section like his big brother? He seems to have more fun when he noodles around on the piano...


  • The accelerated evening math classes that my eldest son has been taking . . . should he keep taking them? How will the class schedule mesh with everything else?


  • How many church services that will we have to miss as a family because of hockey games, and will I be able to schedule my Sunday school teaching slots (I’m slated to help out and teach my youngest son’s class) around all the absences?


  • My daughter wants to start reffing soccer games (it pays decently enough) and she’s signed up for an eight-hour referee course, but how soon will we learn her schedule, and will my husband or I be able to get her to those games?


I look at that wave, cognizant of the fact that it’s not quite as jam-packed as the ones bearing down on some other families in my town whose children each play multiple sports or on multiple teams per season. But coupled with my writing work, my husband’s work and my desire - intense craving really - for the downtime to afford me the ability to take in and fully appreciate the New England fall foliage, to bake an apple crisp just for fun from apples my family picks at a local orchard and to read the dead tree Sunday newspapers that I get delivered to my home, perhaps even a book, and that far off wave seems ominous, like it could easily consume me, no matter how many calendars I create in an attempt to be somewhat organized and how many life vests I strap onto my back.


I'm so glad to hear someone say it! My little one is now in 5th grade which means parents have to volunteer for everything and fundraising is needed all year for the 5th grade field trips costs. She is also in a competitive softball league with costs and travel which means over night weekend trips for the whole family and fundraising for costs. I'm so anxious I can't breathe!!! Now that I'm a full-time SAHM I should be Ok with this, but I still haven't accepted being a SAHM. Does this get any better? People judging because I just completed a Masters degree and am still not working- there are no jobs that I can apply for now. I'll pray about it!