I'm evidently one of those dense people that needs to learn lessons over and over (and over and OVER) again before I actually get it.
Sit for a nonce whilst I spin ye a tale...
One month ago (ish), I bought a cute little pink book titled Pink Princess Tea Parties. I brought it home and my daughter and I immediately started planning one for her birthday, a little over 3 weeks away.
Three days ago, in preparation for the party, I called a local salon and made an appointment to get mine & my daughter's hair cut and styled for the occasion. We bought cute little matching, sparkly crowns, and I wanted our hair to be done similarly. Because it's PRETTY, dammit. ;) I kept it a secret, because I wanted it to be a surprise.
Yesterday (by my calculations - HA!) the food, decorations and presents had all been bought and were ready to go. I'm not always the most organized person, so I was pretty proud of myself. I decided to relax a little, which must have been my first mistake.
Last night, we went out to eat at one of my favorite restaurants. I had their portabella ravioli. It was horrible. I'm calling it karma. (lol) After arriving home, I realized that I'd somehow neglected to buy several necessary ingredients for the food. It was after 10 p.m. so I high-tailed it to the nearest 24-hour supermarket - 15 miles away. I was shopping for about 30 minutes and a little voice in the back of my head whispered to me that I'd also forgotten to buy a punch bowl. Punch bowls evidently do not exist at this particular supermarket, so I settle for a big chip bowl and matching cake platter (30% off - cha ching! lol). That started something bad, and $250.00 (yeah OMFG) and an hour and a half later, I was finally on my way home.
Before departing, I asked my lovely BF oh-so-nicely to please wrap my daughter's gifts. I arrived home around midnight and ummm... no wrapped presents... (@%$#^$*!) I managed not to freak out, presents got wrapped and I began my cooking adventure.
A word from the now-wise: that book is great for ideas, but there are such simpler ways to accomplish almost every recipe in it. I was up until 6 ... yes, six ... a.m. baking those mini strawberry cupcakes with the special whipped frosting. Btw - only add one cup of powdered sugar to the container of frosting or it's stiff and tastes gross. Also - the box of batter makes almost one hundred of those little buggers. I'd only bought one mini-muffin pan, so after the third I had to stop. It wasn't pretty.
BF left for work right after I went to bed, and I managed to sleep until 10. I got up, got ready and we were off to the salon! We got there fifteen minutes early (!!), crowns in hand, just so that two of the stylists and the receptionist could look at me like I'd grown another head because there was no appointment in their computer. Oh yeah, and it would be at least a 40-minute wait to squeeze us in. I was livid. Thank God for anger management classes... I politely refused and we went to another salon in town, which praise sweet Jesus had time enough to do my daughter's hair. Unfortunately, we didn't get to have our hair done together, but she ended up looking beautiful and that's all that really matters! :)
Back home, I hastily made the fudge-dipped fruit and tried to put everything together. The BF had been told he had to work over today, so he wouldn't be getting out until 6, but he ended up getting out early!! :D He helped me get everything together, we got to my dad's house, started decorating and setting out the food, people began arriving, and the Smooth Move tea I drank while baking last night decided to kick in! LOL I had my dad knocking on the door asking if I was alright... and when should so-and-so's mom come back and pick up her daughter... oh yeeaaaaah.
There only ended up being two little girls at the party, but my daughter had a blast and ended up going home with one for a sleep-over. I got back here and crashed like the Hindenburg, woke up a little while ago and here I am!
So all-in-all the day wound up working out. I ate totally off-protocol and I know I'm going to pay for it. Ceste la vie... or however it's spelled. ;)
That concludes this segment of "A Day in the Life of Psycho-OCD-ADHD Mom". Thanks!