My to-do list is about 18 miles long right now. Between work and home, there about 17,343 things I need to get done between now and next Friday. I have no idea how I’m going to get it all done. My current method seems to be denial and procrastination. Even this blog is helping me avoid getting something else done! Why do it when you can write about not doing it??!
At school, I have assessments to still give, assessments to grade, projects and papers to grade, all of that crap to enter into the gradebook, a million little checklist end of the year things to do, my classroom to clean (and I am just as bad at keeping my classroom clean as I am with my house…remember this post? So the cleaning and organizing is going to take a while), and a bunch of other things I can’t even think about right now.
At home, I have a bajillion pictures of my mother in law to go through and widdle down to an acceptable amount for a slide show for her surprise 60th birthday party. I also have to pick out music for the slideshow. And oh yeah…actually make the slideshow. That might be important. I also have to order a cake for said party. And buy decorations. Oh and my husband’s birthday is tomorrow, so I also have to bake him a cake too. And wrap a present. And pick up the stuff to make a cake. And drive far far away and never come ba… wait what? Sorry, got off track for a minute.
So with all these to-do’s, I really don’t know how I’m going to do them all in time, but I know somehow, some way, they will get done. They must! I may not have my sanity at the end of it all, but it will all get done. One thing at a time, slowly but surely, it will get done!
Wish me luck…better yet, send some wine!
So often, I am tired, I am frustrated, I am stressed out, and I lose my patience and the kids just get under my skin. Not today. Today, I was on my own with my 2.5 year old daughter running some errands, doing yardwork, and then doing bed time, and it was just the best.
She was in the best mood. Silly, happy, sassy, and SUPER girly. We were at Walmart and looking at some new clothes, and OH MY, I am in trouble. She had an opinion on everything. “I want that skirt with the hearts! Oooh, that’s so pretty! I want that pink one! No, I don’t like that shirt. Mommy, dresses! When can we pick the dresses??!” It was hilarious and sweet and fun and a little scary, lol. We also went and picked out a flower that would be hers out in our yard (mommy and brother already have one that is their own, so she kept asking where hers was, so of course we had to get her one!). That was super fun too. I let her peruse the flower aisles and then she finally decided on a dark pink knock out rose bush (what I wanted her to get, don’t know how that happened 🙂 )
Then she just spent the rest of the night be super cute and silly and just making me laugh. Her hair was a hot mess and she was wearing sparkly pink sunglasses, which just added to the hilarity. At bedtime, I’m supposed to be supervising her getting dressed, but I’m too busy laughing at her being silly that my husband finally had to come in and crack the whip and get her to actually get dressed, lol. Oops. Then she’s in the bathroom by herself, repeating some brand name I said over and over than saying wait that sounds like stinker!! OMG, it was just the best. She was cracking herself up. And me.
I love that girl.
You may or may not know from reading previous posts, that I live with chronic pain. It’s awful and it hard and it makes me want to scream sometimes. Today and yesterday have been particularly bad pain days. It’s been hard to focus on anything else. I feel like I want to write about it. But sometimes I just can’t write about it anymore. So here are some memes that tell my story.
I certainly do this a lot when trying to figure out what will help the pain…
When words fail, Ryan Gosling speaks.
Who wouldn’t want to marry him right now?
And who doesn’t love a good compliment?
For my music teachers out there:
And another Ryan here to say something actually pretty near and dear to me…I don’t teach fluff. I’m not a babysitter. And if he wants to come over so I can tell him all about it…I’ll leave the door open.