Merry-Go-Round

We got back from our spring break in the Smoky Mountains and... 

You know those old-fashioned merry-go-round things you sometimes still encounter on playgrounds - the ones you can still manage to do unsafe things on, like jump on and off while your friends are spinning it as fast as they can, or move around while the thing is spinning at maximum speed, pushing against the centrifugal force. 

I feel like I am on a merry-go-round, and it is going to keep spinning like crazy until mid-June. It's a combination of always-on-repeat kid activities (track, rock climbing, cello, violin, piano, orchestra, jazz band, student council, school musical, etc), laundry, cooking, clean-up, work, yardwork, food shopping, clothing shopping (3 growing kids!), doctor appointments, dentist appointments... My head is spinning. Those centrifugal forces - even if this is a just a metaphor - feel painful and exhausting. By the time June rolls around, I suspect I'm going to be a mess.

And yet... this is kind of exhilarating. I don't want to get off. I am embracing it, the messy moments, the constant go-go-go. I am holding on - even if it means I'll loose my footing at some point, even if it means that come June, I'll be lying flat in the grass, barely able to catch my breath, the sky spinning all around me.