My Mind is totally leaving...

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Ok, for all my blog fans, No I didn't die! I have been quietly losing my mind over the past month.

On the Dance Studio front, we have had little costume thieves stealing the costumes from the warehouses, so we haven't received them in time for the recital which is next weekend. I'm just wondering, can you fully comprehend how many parents can yell at you in one day? I am considering a good pair of ear plugs, and a nice smile when someone comes to the counter this week! We have about 100 coustumes not here, and while Ginny talks to the companies, I am dealing with the angry, rude parents. I could not resist the other night, and told the mom who told me she wouldn't register her child for summer classes until I gave her the recital costume that if she chose not to register, than I wouldn't save a spot in the summer classes. I think she thought that I really had the costumes, but wouldn't hand them out. What a joke!! Why would anyone do that to themselves?

Yesterday, I spent most of the day trying to make the recital program work. My hero, Dad couldn't figure it out (not really his fault, he was at work), and my second hero, Caleb (who didn't answer his phone), and my third hero Russell, who finally after several hours working with Shyla managed to fix the thing. Go Russ and Shyla! Now it is happily at KINKOS (yes, Shyla, I went without you.) and they are printing the thing....it better be right is all I have to say! Now Ginny and I just have to figure out how to print the cover at her house.....that will be another adventure I am sure. Then we just have to fold and staple 1500 copies together.....I hope the little staple goblins don't come to visit...I really need 1500 staples times 2! If the goblins show up, who knows if there will be any left. Come to think of it, are there even that many staples in a box?

On the wedding front:

Shyla and Russ were here, and now they are gone....so why is the wedding still all over the dining room table??? Just how do the Bride and Groom get to leave, and Mom turns back into a one woman show? Dad is trying to pick up some slack, and doing a great job with cutting the card cake holes, and cropping pictures, but I must admit his sewing skills are sadly lacking. Maybe he could just use hot glue! Cooper and Cymbre are in charge of opening and recording RSVP cards, and just wait to pounce the mailbox each day....boy did Monday create a ruckus without mail delivery!

Today, we are working on the temple dress jacket (it really does need those sleeves)cutting out baby dresses (although naked babies are sometimes cute), and painting the borders on the card cake. We are also working on making a space in the freezer for the chocolates, which the Bride and Groom made while they were here. Anyone for french fries? What about some fish? Or some frozen peas?

Also on the agenda, that is if I have time to make one, is going to the dance store and getting two dancers new jazz shoes. It seems that their little toes are are curling under because they are at the end of the shoes....why do toes always have to curl under just a week or so before recital? Can't they wait until a new dance season starts? And why do those dumb shoes that don't really have a sole have to cost to much? These are important questions that I think my three heros should really find the answers too.

On the home front: Who knows what's going on....Dad is handling EVERYTHING!!! GO DAD!! However, my ironing isn't getting done, but the bathroom looks really great. I think Dad is prejudiced against my clothes! He does selective folding also....but I am grateful for all his help. He keeps me going with backrubs and kisses! Love those kisses! No I am NOT sharing!

Well, there's Ginny on the phone, and she has stuff I need, so I guess I better finish this nonsense and go accomplish something this morning. You see, I have to do this before the tiny, thin, shredding thread of my mind is completely gone. The pressure of holding this thread of sanity together is just mind boggling...don't know how much longer the little man in my head can reach and hold both ends of the fragile thread. I think I need a NAP!!

Ya'll have a great day, and maybe a few prayers for Mom would help.

Love you.

Mom