Today’s to-do list, in no particular order:
- Buy new sunglasses. Yesterday, one of Aubrey’s classmates was standing at the door with a very tear-stained face. He’s relatively new to the Center, and he cries pretty much all day. He has relaxed a little over the last week, but he’s always crying when Mama picks him up. I let him play with my sunglasses, which he promptly broke. However, between the sunglasses and sitting down with him on his level to talk and keep him distracted, he somehow found his smile. Yes, I now have to go spend money I don’t have to buy new sunglasses, but it was worth it. They were scratched anyway, and – most importantly – just for one day, Mama got to pick him up with smiles instead of tears.
- Brookshire’s bonding time – eggs, water, all that exciting stuff
- Look for cleats for Sarah. Poor baby had too-tiny feet last year, and no one made cleats that small. This year, she is finally in a size 10, and Wee Ball starts next week. Pink and black or black and white? I have a feeling I already know the answer.
- Be thankful for my blessings. It’s one of those just-keep-driving kinds of days. It sure would be nice to stop and think of all the reasons to not pack us up and go looking for the end of the rainbow.
- Quit repeating “to-do list” as if it’s pronounced “toe dough list.” Thanks, Carly Shay. I swear if I don’t get that line out of my head, you will rue this day. RUE IT!
- Apologize to people who don’t have Nick-centric kids. Number five is probably making you scratch your head.
- Email Melissa to let her know I miss her.
- Email Heather to find out how much of my fat she is planning to expose with our bridesmaids’dresses and which caterer she is using. It would be nice to know ahead of time how much I’ll be able to drown my flab-induced sorrows in bruschetta and shrimp at the reception.
- Tweak my budget both professionally and personally.
- Stop stressing. BREATHE.
- Make a coconut cake for my neighbor. When my next door neighbors moved in many years ago, they had two young daughters, and my grandparents lived where we live now. Since my grandparents passed away, we moved into their house with two small girls of our own, and my neighbors are now the ones with grandkids and neighborhood tenure. Mam-ma used to take Bubba coconut pies for birthdays, special occasions or to say, “Thank you” for something he had done. He recently went out of his way to help us, which is nothing new. He does things like that all the time. I guess I need to embrace tradition and whip up some coconut courteousness.
- When in doubt, refer to number 10. Gas prices are too high to chase the end of the rainbow.