Holy crap, what a freaking week. And it’s not even over yet- today is teacher-prep day, and the kids are all home from school, too. What? Because the teacher needs a quiet extra day with no kids to get anything done? I don’t understand. Have mercy and let me have a mama-prep day!
T2 has been a pretty good kid, and other than the furniture moving episode of day 1, he’s been great. He and Beanie are more than the sum of their parts, but that’s typical for two little boys. They’ve gotten up on the counter and raided the candy jar, but dumb-on-me for having a candy jar. They’ve played outside in their jammies before I even woke up one morning, but the only casualty from that was socks that will never, ever be white again.
I went to the Temple Tuesday night, and it was the only peace and quiet I’ve had all week.
Last night was my quilters-guild meeting, and I had forgotten that this month was AT MY HOUSE. Yes, last night, eighteen ladies met in my living room, complete with petit-fours and hors d’oeuvres. I ran around like a chicken with my head off yesterday, between carpool, soccer practice, cleaning the house, managing four kids and a husband without a job.
Yesterday I got up at 4 a.m. because Abby had peed the bed and was cold and wet- so I took advantage of being up and went to the market to get all the stuff for my little forgotten party. Can I just give a shout out to Sara Lee cheesecake bites? Yum, cheating, and easy. My kind of snack. I never did get around to sewing my part of the quilt this month, so I promised to do it today and hand deliver.
Before next Friday, I have two bridesmaids dresses to make. I haven’t even started cutting them out. Guess what I’m doing this weekend?
Beanies meeting was this week, too. That wasn’t emotional at all. I’m fine.
Jeffrey had two field trips at school, and the teacher send home a note begging for a chaperon. Sorry, but something had to give, and I’m afraid it was my will to chaperon. He came home fine, so I’m assuming someone stepped up who was not me.
There was a bridal shower for a friend that I totally forgot about until it was over, and my other quilt group is having it’s annual retreat at a cabin out by the lake this weekend. While I originally signed up to attend, I’ll be a no-show. There is just no way I can take off for the weekend, leaving my husband to tend the house and hearth. He’s almost as ragged as I am- not that he is stressed about anything at all. Oh no. Ten months and counting today… The weight of the world my friends, the weight of the world.