This commotion bled into a hectic Saturday of birthday parties and ending with taking 4 kids into Philly to my sister's while Dr Fabulous unfortunately stayed home sick. It started quieting down by Sunday afternoon, but by evening I was just wishing for Monday to come.
Monday morning came, just as I hoped. As I was packing CB's book bag at 6:30 am, I noticed a reminder note to drop off the cookies I volunteered to make for the bake sale that benefits her school's prom. I had to drop them off this morning.
The only problem was I didn't READ this reminder note until the morning of because I was so distracted this weekend.
Totally forgot all about baking these cookies, so after I put her on the bus at 6:35 I had until 7:15 before I had to get the other girls ready. I calmly raided my pantry (if it's even possible to calmly raid anything) and scrounged together enough ingredients (after 3 false starts) to bake about 3 dozen cookies. I did this in a frenzied 30 minutes.
Don't ask me how I pulled this off AND got 2 kids ready for school completely on my own AND then got myself and Rella ready for immediate departure to drop off the cookies so we wouldn't be late to our 9:30 Writer's Group at the coffee shop. The best thing was, I wasn't even grumpy or stressed. I was totally, weirdly, calm. I suppose I'm so used to my chronic debacles that I'm completely unphased by myself. I was even five minutes early for the Writer's group! I swear, some days I totally impress myself.
Except the cookies sucked. Royally.
I'm good, but not THAT good.