The Week of Living Dangerously

I cannot believe it’s been a week since I last blogged. The last week has been nuts in a way I wouldn’t have thought possible, as I try to wrap my brain around the craziness of the coming weeks. In the next month alone, I will be:
Throwing 2 birthday parties (a school one and a home one) for Eva
Hosting our annual Christmas party for 60 or so of our dearest friends : )
Hosting a board dinner at my house
Hosting a dinner swap
Throwing a class Christmas party for Eva’s class
Volunteering at Lola’s school
Hosting Thanksgiving
Attending 2 balls and countless other holiday functions

And I don’t feel up to the task. Or, at least, my house doesn’t. I am still in the throes of reorganizing my desk area (some of the items I ordered are backordered) and decided to add the playroom to the mix, since I like to clear out toys the girls have outgrown and donate them before the influx of new toys. Plus, in the past few days:
The girls got flu shots, and were extremely dramatic about the whole thing
Lola had a cold and a slight temperature, which made me keep her home from school for a day for the first time this year
I got my hair colored and it’s darker than I am used to, although it’s starting to grow on me
The girls got countless extremely minor injuries, including bug bites, bruises, and a scrape between Lola’s toes that she thinks is life-threatening
Lola made friends with our neighbors’ grandson, Grant, and they exchanged lots of hugs and possibly a kiss!!!! Still recovering from that
Kevin came down with a bad case of what we think is food poisoning, so he was out of the action all day yesterday
We did our holiday photo shoot with the amazing, funny, talented Zeida, whose sister happens to be a friend of mine, while my husband was recovering from food poisoning. He bravely smiled through a few shots before retiring to the couch
I attended two social functions alone, due to sick husband
I met some new moms at school while helping to stuff envelopes for a fundraiser
Eva had a meltdown about a new dress that she didn’t want to wear, which led to a meltdown later that same day by her mama
Took the girls to a carnival, without Kevin, something I never do – but enjoyed meeting my friend Marcie and her kids there

Oh, and I got a pimple. A big one. One that makes me not want to leave the house. I know it’s shocking that this could happen to someone my age. I mean, who gets pimples at 25? 😉