Well folks, there's tons o' catching up to do, so I might as well start of with our ever fabulous NYC meetup last week. After much planning and anticipation, I had the sincere pleasure of meeting up with my online pals: Giao, Jes, Yvonne, Hope, Kathleen, and Dawn. Though the trip was fabulous and glorious in every way, I must admit that I had a TERRIBLE time leaving Hank and the kidlets behind. The night before departing, I didn't get a wink of sleep, and I kept second guessing myself with thoughts of, "Should I really be doing this?!" and "How can I leave my kids?" and most importantly, "OhmyGod, Hank is going to be in charge of the kids' wardrobes for three days. THREE. WHOLE. DAYS."* (Moms out there, I see you nodding your heads at this.)
Anyway, our trip was wonderful, splendiferous, and I must say that A LOT of shopping was done. My fellow craftsquaders were so kind, vibrant, energetic, and so darn creative! I felt immediately at ease with them, and it was so fun to meet these folk after knowing their online persona for a while now. I look forward to our next meetup. For a more details, read Kathleen's post! Or Hope's! Or Jes'. Or Yvonne's.
Upon returning to reality, my life quickly resorted to the daily up and down excitement of raising three kidlets. It's funny in a way, because I've realized that my life kinda represents a game of Chutes and Ladders. Here take a peek, won't you?
I find that each day is a race to avoid the mishaps, the drama, the chutes of life that send me sliding down that slippery slope of CHAOS. I also find myself yearning for the thriling climb, the ascension to the end of a successful day. These are the ladders of my day.
Yesterday was the perfect example of the chutes outweighing the ladders.
1. Ladder -- the day started off calm and peaceful. The kids woke up happy and healthy. The sky was blue and the air crisp. Our closets were full of clean (and folded!) clothes. A perfect Monday morning.
2. Chute - The kids and I take our time getting ready for the day. We eat breakfast and giggle at Kate's smiles. We have so much fun together that we end up running short of time -- it's suddenly a mad rush to get everyone out the door. A ladder disguised as a small chute, I suppose. Nothing too dramatic.
3. Ladder -- After dropping Alison and Henry off at school, Kate and I hang out. I fold three loads of laundry, and package up some orders. I even have time to check e-mail! Life is good!
4. Ladder (again!) -- Kate naps, and I sneak in a couple TiVo'd episodes of Laguna Beach while packaging up some wholesale orders. I learn that I have family visiting from Hawaii! Exciting stuff!
5. Chute -- Henry's doctor's office calls to inform me that he's no longer on our insurance plan. So the 4K hospital bill will be OURS TO KEEP. Fricken grand. Big Henry is listed, but little Henry is not. Lovely.
6. The Grand Finale Chute -- The director of Henry's school calls.
Director: "Hi Leslie....This is Laurie from Henry's school. Henry is fine. He isn't hurt--"
Me: (eagerly) "---yes!?"
Director: "Um....he filled his pants real bad. Could you come and bring him a change of clothes?"
Me: (Thinking to me self) Oh lawd! Great! Desperate Housewives is just about to start! (kidding folks! I didn't really think that. No really. I didn't)
Minutes later, I arrive at Henry's school and I find him on the playground. I have a change of clothes, and a travel pack of wipes. Thinking this will be an easy cleanup, I head off to the kids' bathroom with Henry and Kate in tow.
Imagine this will ya? Kate is in her stroller right outside the stall. Henry and I try our best to squeeze and squish into the mini stall (remember this is preschool). I strip down his pants. . . .
********Now of you're a poopaphobe, now would be a good time to avert your eyes.********
. . . and the gooiest, softest, runniest poo is smeared up and down Henry's legs (imagine half-cooked brownies hot out of the oven). Secretly, I was hoping for a congealed, lump o' poo that could be easily plucked from the undies and plopped into the toilet. I actually imagined myself busting out of the bathroom stall like a proud cowgirl leaving the saloon. I'd sidle up to the teachers, tip my hat, and say, "Have a good one, ladies!" A trail of dust would follow as I stroll off of the playground, and only whispers of "Man! Did you see her clean up that poo? She's amazing that mama!" would remain.
But no. I struggled. I sweat. I think I even cursed under my breath. Yeah, it was THAT bad.
After plowing through my supply of wipes, I resorted to the badass stuff: paper towels. And not of your Brawny variety. I'm talking sandpaper rough public restroom stuff. Yeah, those. I wiped him dry. Nothing. I doused the paper towels with cold water. Hot water. And nothing! The poo stayed.
Meanwhile I hear kids outside saying, "Hey teacher, that lady has been in the bathroom the whole recess!!!" At one point, Henry started to cry when I wiped too hard and he lurched forward, bumping his head against the stall door. The director came running in, alarmed at the shrilly cries (at this point Kate had started bawling too). And there I was on my knees wiping poo off of Henry's feet. Yeah. One big fricken suckass chute.
What a chute-y day, huh?
Actually, by the end, when I had the kidlets tucked in their warm beds, it was still a good day afterall. And today has been filled only with ladders. Yay for ladders!
On The Paper Princess front. I have a few new goodies for you folks. New gift tags which are super perfect for the upcoming holidays! New Japanese craft books! And finally a new card design (design swiped from one of my Illustration Friday contributions). Fun stuff guys! And blog readers. . . get this. . .TWO BUCK SHIPPING to any U.S. addy. Simply enter "I read Rubber-Sol" in the special notes section of checkout, and I'll refund the shipping difference pronto! :) Take advantage of the cheapy, cheap shipping as this offer will expire on Halloween!
Okay folks! I think I'll close here! Have a great week! And hey, just for kicks, what were the chutes and ladders of your day?
* I often joke with Hank that he needs fashion assistance via Garanimals.