Taking On Too Much Tuesday

Taking On Too Much Tuesday

Ever feel like you have bitten off more than you can chew?  Wish you had a mommy assistant? Today is one of those days for me.  I am just praying for a level-mommy head while I complete the necessary Tuesday tasks.

This mama’s to do list:

  • Morning drop off
  • Work on maintaining my professional credentials
    (time to put on the career cap)
  • Preschool pick-up
  • Costco Stop
  • Wash costumes for Story time tomorrow
  • Assemble Daisy Girl Scout Tunic for tomorrows meeting
  • Address remaining sticker club envelopes to be mailed (ASAP)
  • Elementary Pick-up
  • Post New Book for Book Club
  • Make cupcakes for Halloween Party
  • Dinner, baths, bed(thank GOD)

And we are off……

Gotta run in and get a few necessities, eggs, milk, cream, juice boxes for meeting tomorrow, and laundry detergent.

Okay, wish me luck with the assembling. If you noticed I purchased everything as iron-on.  As my grandfather so eloquently pointed out to me yesterday the sewing gene skips a generation.  My great-grandmother was an amazing sewer and my grandmother, not so much. My mother was the mom who sewed costumes, hemmed pants in seconds, made her own tablecloths and placements, etc. The gene has skipped me; I am the mom who would use duct tape to replace buttons if I could.  Since Iron-ons don’t always stay I also purchased a package of precut adhesive that you simply add to the patch, place on tunic, and then place the tunic in the dryer. It is supposed to really hold those suckers on there, I am crossing my fingers.  Here is to hopefully not burning down the house in the process.

 

This is such a fun idea. My two older kiddos each received this stick club information in the mail about two weeks ago.  The problem is the sheet request that you send it within 6 days, ahhhh.  So, it has taken me a minute or two to kick it old school and get ink, paper, envelopes, and stamps.  It just occurred to me as I type this that I could have scanned it and sent it via email to the other kiddos (but that would have been too easy and cheap).  So, keep your eyes open for an envelope in the mail, chances are good your kiddos might receive one and if they don’t you could start one.

I am so looking forward to starting this book. And I think the other moms in book club share similar feelings. Our last book was a bit more serious and we need lighthearted.

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Dinner tonight, Freaky Hot dog fingers, gives a whole new meaning to Finger Food. Granted it is not the healthiest but it is a fun treat to have around Halloween time.

I found this in a Parenting Magazine and thought the kiddos would get a kick out of it.

Hot to make:

1. Cut hot dogs in half, widthwise, and then lengthwise into quarters.

2. Open a package of crescent-roll dough and roll until very thin. Cut the dough into strips, and wrap around each piece of hot dog,
leaving a little bit of the tip uncovered. Bake as directed.

 

So, do you feel like you have taken on too much? Are you a serial Yes Mom? Remember the movie that Jim Carrey stared in call Yes Man?  Perhaps they should have a similar idea only focus on Moms that need to say no, they could title it No Mom?