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Tuesday, December 12, 2006
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Life feels just a wee bit crazy right now. This last weekend was packed full of a variety of things -- shopping and a flat tire* on Friday; a baby shower (for which Debi and I had to come up with games**, ugh), extended-family drama, and a visit to my in-laws' on Saturday; and a birthday party for one of LT's friends followed by T's birthday party here at our house on Sunday. Except it didn't feel like there were any commas involved, let alone any semicolons; it was more like shoppingtripflattirebabyshowerfamilydramainlawsbirthdaypartybirthdayparty. I'm still trying to recover; the nightly routine neither helps or is helped by this insanity. Meaning that I still stay up late but I'm too exhausted to do the things I'm supposed to do, so I putter around a bit, do one or two tasks, go to bed in the wee sma's, and get up at an obscene hour***, falling slowly behind on sewing projects, which means frantic nights of scrabbling to catch up are coming soon.
Meanwhile I went to the community chorus concert (ah, remember the days when I was in the chorus? I miss that so much) last night, and all of a sudden BOOM, it felt like Christmas. So that was nice. Except now that it feels like Christmas I know how very behind I am. Yikes.
*I changed this tire by myself. Granted, some passing strangers were helpful in telling me about the little slit doohickey in my bumper -- I had never changed a tire on my beloved Dart before -- where the jack went, and I had a little trouble figuring out how to convince the thing that I really did want it to go back down when I was done, but overall this was actually a kind of positive experience, because all the rest of the shopping trip I went around with the glow of a woman who has successfully changed her own tire, practically unaided.
**You know, every woman with whom I have spoken about baby shower games hates them (except the friend for whom we were having the shower, of course; she requested them). I don't like them much myself. Why do we continue to do this to ourselves? Anyone? Anyone? I went to a shower a couple of months ago where instead of games the organizers had set up tables where the guests sat, with scrapbooking supplies in little homemade kits, and at the end of the shower there was a 'baby's first year' album to give to the mom. It's the only scrapbooking I have ever done, and if it hadn't been for Debi, who was my partner, the poor baby's June page would have been a sad sight indeed. But it was a far better idea than a bunch of kids' party games for grown women, in my opinion.
***I won't tell you what time it was this morning, but it started with a 1. And it wasn't the first hour that starts with 1. I am so ashamed.
Comments
I think you got that backwards, you were the more creative one with the scrapbooking page. =) I dont mind playing the games too much (exept the blindfolded ones) I do not like those at all, but I do like getting the gifts. =)
Posted by: debi at December 12, 2006 12:56 PM
So what games did you end up playing? I'm not a big fan of shower games myself, but I hosted a couple of showers recently and had to come up with some as well. Baby Bingo was actually not so bad. We did a fun one with Play-Doh, too. I know what you mean, though. A much more practical and productive activity would be ideal. I'm just curious what you came up with for your shower.
Posted by: jennie at December 12, 2006 01:12 PM
Yay for tire-changing! I've never done that unaided myself.
As for shower games, feh. My SILs had a scrapbooking thing for my shower -- they had everyone do a page in which they wrote down a piece of "sage advice" and decorate it with little stickers and stuff that they provided. WAY cool.
I am jealous of your sleep, whenever you get it. :)
Posted by: mary at December 12, 2006 02:48 PM
One shower I went to had a game involving finding words in some long baby-related word, and I LOVED that one, because I came up with like 40 more words than anyone else did. But, you know, I'm a dork.
Posted by: Kat with a K at December 12, 2006 08:21 PM
If you didn't get up at the FIRST hour that starts with a 1, then you must have awoken at...1:00 A.M.! The first hour would have been midnight...right?
Posted by: thicket dweller at December 13, 2006 05:51 AM
