Monica tagged me to do a
To Do list. Oh Monica - it's so long, but here goes.
1) Do a tote bag for Tessa to take to Disney on Tuesday. The Honor Roll kids get to go - and she wants to tote to match her outfit.
2) I need to finish the
quilt for my friend, and do my
wrap.
3) I have some Mailbox Love that I need to finish, get together and send out. Lots of Mailbox Love - like my
Sunbonnet Sues.
4) Make some end of the year teacher's gifts.
5) Make doctors, dentist, and eye appointments.
6) And really, I'm going to need to clean because Carra's having a sleepover for her birthday party.
However, Dan has a Board of Trustees dinner that we need to attend on Thursday. Therefore, here's what I'll really get done.
1) Monday - Make Tessa's tote bag. All this week Carra has band practice at the "other" school, so I need make sure that she gets there and home every day after school. Monday night is also Carra's gymnastics.
2) Tuesday - I'm going to Disneyland with a mom of Tessa's friend.
3) Get my hair done on Wednesday. Wednesday is Tessa's volleyball practice.
4) Thursday - Make sure I have something to wear that I can fit in - go out and get something if I don't.
5) Thursday - Get a manicure/pedicure and have lunch with my girlfriend.
6) Friday - Carra's concert.
7) Saturday - Last volleyball game and "party". A candle party that I promised my girlfriend I'd attend.
More than anyone wants to know.
Some more memes:
3) We moved into our house on September 1, 2006 - and I just used the pool for the first time on Memorial Day.
4) I have major Scrapbooking Guilt. I started scrapbooking a number of years ago - okay, so maybe it has been 12 or so years. I bought all of the
shit wonderful items that you use to scrapbook. Boxes of it, I have boxes and boxes of the stuff. I also have boxes and boxes of pictures. But I can't scrapbook. Because then I would have to go through those pictures of my babies - when they were babies. And it's far too emotional for me. I miss my kids as babies, and it kills me to see their baby pictures and know they are not babies anymore. It was a part of my life that I really wasn't ready to give up - but was forced to. I love my children now - I love being able to talk to them and relate to them on a whole other level. But damn, I adored my babies.