There's this thing called CookieCon. It's basically the biggest cookie party that ever existed. And it's happening in just under 2 weeks. I have exactly eleventy-million things to do before it gets here. So I figured the best possible thing I could do would be scheduling another Cookie Decorating Trip to Tulsa for the week before CookieCon. So I basically have 172.6 things to accomplish every waking hour between now and CookieCon. As you can imagine, I have a pretty rigorous schedule to keep on top of everything --
There is something about seeing the sun again for the first time in ages that makes me look around my house and think, "Oh my gosh!! Do you even OWN a vacuum or Windex or ANYTHING AT ALL that is remotely related to cleaning and organizing you cavewoman??!!" And then I say to myself, "Gah! You know I do. I hid it under that mountain of laundry so I didn't feel guilty staring at it all the time."
You guys. I wish you could all be right here in my living room THIS VERY SECOND!!!!! I **NEED** someone else to be hearing this!!! My little very-nearly-three-but-totally-the-boss-thank-you-very-much Little P is playing the piano and singing for me. I'm not sure if you've heard the song before, but it goes a little something like this --
I think it would be safe to say that absolutely no part of the month of January went as planned. I was determined to be "organized" this year...to be "on top of things" and to stop "freaking out because I put everything off until the very last possible second and then took an ice cream break anyway." I spent a whole afternoon making lists and color coding my January calendar so that I could efficiently balance cookies and family and still have time to make myself a better person by reading instructive and insightful novels and spending quality time with my running shoes.
Last night I dreamed that I was in the middle of a zombie apocalypse while watching a private Cirque Du Soleil performance in an opera house. I'm not really sure if it's a commentary on all the late nights (early mornings) I've been putting in lately or a result of the panic I feel at trying to comprehend how all the tiny little plastic pieces are supposed to fit together to create my son's Cub Scout Space Derby rocket.