Have you ever had a "to do list" that laughed at you? A list that provoked a challenge? One that dared you to try and check off each task? Mine was scoffing at me last night. I danced around it for a while, trying to figure out what to do about that "to do" list.
I tried thinking of ways to get out of a few things, I tried prioritizing and time scheduling...eventually I just gave up. 11 o'clock rolled around and I was so tired. It had already been a very full day. I started walking towards my bedroom with the intention of scrapping my list and heading to bed. Just about the time that I started to crawl into bed, I heard Laurel crying from her room. It was an "I am sick" type of cry. Yes, she has had a bit of a cold- but now it was definitely at a whole new level. Croup. Before long, I had humidifiers, hot steamy showers and boiling pots of water all going at the same time. Finally, she found her way back to sleep- in my bed. On my side of the bed. Propped up on my pillow. And I was awake. Wide awake. In the far off distance I could hear my list. It was taunting me, "ha! now it would truly be impossible for you to conquer everything on this list- there is a sick baby to deal with." Little did my list know that I am not to be taunted at 2am. I looked that list square in the eyes and said, "you wanna piece of this?" And so it began...
What? Your kitchenaid mixer doesn't look like that?
I downloaded this from itunes in the hopes of burning 22 CDs for Emma and Hannah to give away as gifts to all their classmates. Yeah, did you know that you can only make 7 copies of each download? I didn't- until after I had burned the 7th disc at 3am. That wasn't going to work for 22 students. Quick, what to do?
Instead, Emma's classmates are getting little books. There has been so much book love out there these days, I was grateful to have that idea tucked in the back of my brain. I made ours with over sized index cards (1st graders love to write on lines.) The "binding" is just a straight machine stitch running down the side. I never thought the needle would go through 5 layers of card stock! Address labels slapped on the front made for a perfect place to write a title or your name.
Hannah's class will be receiving a "Thank God for Pinking Shears and Felt" ornament. No, I did not sew all those buttons on- why do you think they invented hot glue?
It works don't you think? So, onto the next task on my list. Tired? Pshaw, I don't know the meaning of the word. Overwhelmed? Nonsense, there is no such thing. "All Nighters", sick kids, Christmas Parties, weekend travel- mole hills. I refuse to go down with a box unchecked! Take that you stupid list!