Uh....OH MY GOD...Prepare for PANIC!

OH MY GOD!!!!!! Have you SEEN my list? CRIKEY! Whatever shall I do? Call in sick for the rest of the week? No, too much to do at work. OH! I know...I'll cancel all of our evening obligations this week - haircuts, basketball, work on reading with SmallBoy, driving with LargeBoy to prep for on-road driving test (GOD HELP ME!), work on reading with SmallBoy, basketball, OT, figure out if Ex is taking them at all for the weekend or just on Christmas Day proper, work on reading with SmallBoy, scouts, basketball, work on reading with SmallBoy, basketball, basketball, gig with the band. Nope, too much to do with that too. I see that my only solution to this problem is not just calling in sick - that will only delay the inevitable. I must call in DEAD. Somehow, though, I don't forsee having a problem pulling that off. I'm not sure how I'm actually even conscious right now. Must be that ethical part of me that won't allow me to sleep on the job even though there is no one here but me and I can count on less than two hands how many times the phone has rung today.

Tonight - haircuts basketball sleep. I will not stop in between. I'm on a mission. I haven't slept well, I've been snapping at the kids and at PC. My to do list is made and organized into what I need to do in the next - OH MY GOD- 6 days:

SHOP FOR:
Mom
Dad
BMD
KR
Chica
Cousin in grab bag
random adult in grab bag
1 more thing for LargeBoy
ET
something else for Princess
stocking stuffers
posterboard - MUST GET TONIGHT

Can anyone do this FOR me? I haven't anytime unless I don't see any of you for Christmas and just plain old shop on the holiday.

I feel yucky, oh so yucky. I feel yuck, and ucky, and bleh.
Eyes are burning, stomach's churning. I don't want to do much else but sleep.

Ok, I better stop there before someone hurts me.

Update: Really, this IS yesterday's post, but I was a good girl last night and went to bed as soon as we got home from basketball - without even stopping by MommyGuilt first. We got the haircuts, we got the posterboard, we even managed to get the gift for the cousin in the grab bag! (Walgreen's is a beautiful thing - no, the haircuts came from the shop across from my office).

Girl's game was a heartbreaker, but they played one of their archrivals - and they're equally as good as we are. Let's just say that for MOST of the game, it was all defense, until the other team's offense kicked it into high gear and the refs started calling jump balls instead of fouling out the other team's leading scorer (though we drove to the hoop and drew foul after foul after foul on her - she should have been fouled out at the beginning of the 4th quarter had the refs been calling).

So that's where we are. I still feel yucky, but today it's not the burning eyes and the yucky stomach so much as a sore throat. Better heed my mother's advice and take my vitamins!

Sunday at GR's

I mentioned before that we spent Sunday evening at my mother's baking again. Here are the pics. There are some really goofy ones of Girl and some silly ones of the Not-So-SmallBoy! Here we go!


I let LargeBoy drive the last couple of miles to my mother's house. It was a straightaway, for the most part, but a street that involved going 40mph, AND on a highway divided only by the double yellow line, a first for the LargeBoy. We were going to wash MY car when we got there, but Mom's was first in, so SmallBoy took it upon himself to take care of GR's car...sadly, the Acura is NOT mine, I drive a wagon.


After the car washing, SmallBoy was soaked. He took off his shirt and rolled up his pants. Here he is hugging my Chica while sporting the Huck Finn look! It was so cute!


20minutes he ran on GR's treadmill. He went on his own, set the speed and ran the entire 20minutes. They say he loves to do this when he visits. Go figure. If we had a treadmill, it would turn into a clothes rack, as was the fate of the Nordic Trak I once owned. Good for SmallBoy, though! I don't think I could do 20minutes on a treadmill if you paid me!


Moe, Larry, and Curly at their best. Oh yes, they were most definitely posing...what gave it away? Can you guess what we had for dinner?


Oh she's going to be so pissed that I posted this picture! Baby Goowah being her royal dorkness while forming her loaf for the pan!


Girl & GR...I love photos like this. These are the classics. I wish I had more pics like this with my grandma. Instead I have them permanently burned into my memory...not a bad place to be.


Girl & Chica - gee, I wonder where she gets her weirdness. I tell you, it skipped me, went right to my sister who used my kids as a human shield when Mom uttered the words to The Mother's Curse, "I hope someday YOUR kids act JUST LIKE YOU!"


Girl and me. We had a flour fight. Guess who won. I made the mistake of wearing my glasses that day. It took FOREVER to get them clean! The flour clung to my hair like sand. It took me two washes to get it all out! I swear my hair is permanently changed to a much duller color now.


Remember "Miss Susie Had a Steamboat?" This was SO not that! The new one is "Gawn Girl" (translated 'Go On Girl'). This was the easy part. It was the complicated moves that were the most hysterical. GR caught on though, and by the end she had the claps, the slaps, and the snaps all in the right places!


We were supposed to be demonstrating the newest exercise ball thing that we had learned at OT, but someone's engine was WAY too high. The Not-So-SmallBoy was bouncing off the walls and rolling across the living room, still looking like Huck Finn.

We had a blast! Thanks Mama, for letting us invade...oh yes, and for feeding us. It's so much more fun than making our OWN dinner! Love you lady! Hope you feel better soon!