I am rubbish.
I've not done an activity in several days now.
And I don't even know when/if I'll catch up!
Yesterday we never even got around to opening the calendar. It's not that I've been lazy or uninterested, I've just been that busy!
Today I had a special TinyTalk class that I did for a toddler group in the area for their Christmas party. So that took up last night (after going to see panto in the Arts Guild, which was fab, by the way!), preparing my lesson plan and printing out handouts, etc. Then today, I did the class in the morning, and in the afternoon, the girls and I ran some errands, then came home and tidied the kitchen - Fifi was a big help, by the way, so kudos to you, girl! - and then baked Lolly's birthday cake and made dinner. Then I went to work tonight.
So we never made our wreaths out of tissue paper. Seriously disappointed, as I was really looking forward to this one. This will be a definite make-up one, as I even went out and bought tissue paper just to do it.
But tomorrow, and the rest of the weekend even, are ridiculously packed. Tomorrow is Scott's birthday, so after my TinyTalk Christmas party for the Friday class, I will come home and pick girls up from Granny, and start doing all sorts of party-preparing type things. Like (entering To Do List here)
*Finish wrapping Lolly's presents
*Wrap game prizes
*Make one more party bag
*Make kiddie sandwiches
*Get chilli ready in crock pot before bed
*Make Lolly's dress for party? (As if I'll have time to finish that!)
Plus, because it's Scott's birthday too, I need to figure out what we are doing tomorrow together, because after work, the kids are going to his parents' house for the night, so we will have a full night to ourselves. Except not really, because I'll be needing to prepare for the party, but anyway.
Maybe I can fit in some wreath-making time, since a lot of those things on the list can be done later in the evening...
As for now, I need to put down my laptop and start folding clothes. I have about five or so loads piled up on the couch waiting to be folded. It's just embarrassing. And I have three more loads drying on the pulley and clothes racks.
Which reminds me of a good story to end with. Fifi was helping me hang up wet clothes from the wash this afternoon. She pulled out one of my bras and said, "Haha, mummy, I have your boobs!" Then she handed it to me and said, "You hang it up. They're your boobs."