I was a little disturbed. There is always something that happens last minute. I knew I would need something. I really needed to be getting ready. Ray needed to be at work. Things were not going well. I went to work, trying not to worry about it. House to clean... donuts, cupcakes. Ray worked from home. We got a call a little over two hours later. The Mom Mobile is ready for pick up. Yes, there is a mechanic in the family and I plan on asking him.... How in the world did a 12 hour job that I have to pay labor for turn into a 2 hour job? Why didn't they do that yesterday?
We were off to get Bria, then the beloved van. I swear she's like a well worn purse and I'll cry a river when she totally breaks down. I also swear I'll cry over my sweet van and not the car payment that will come when she dies. Hanan calls her Quest. I'm starting to think she deserves a more fitting southern name like Mary Lou or Maybelline.
Back home... then get the big girls... then keep getting ready. Lucky for me Jack has found Bria's Dora guitar. He just follows up around playing it and saying, "Oh Man!" like Swiper. He is so oblivious to anything else happening. Homework is done... Ray starts putting up Christmas lights because he knows how much the girls, Arleigh especially wants them up before the party. Bless his heart, one strand was out and he started a little before 5. People were arriving at 6. I stand low on the totem pole though because my topiaries aren't out... just kidding Ray! I'll get them out today.
And it's time to start...
North Pole Cupcakes
Then patches... they each got too many to mention.
Oh and Jack... he was great. Hanging out upstairs in the playroom with his Daddy all to himself was just what that boy needed. He was like a pig in stink.