I woke up feeling much better today, thanks, and so did Bean. I'm feeling so good in fact that it would seem that the scales have been lifted from my eyes and I can clearly see that my house is a sty. I've been a busy mama all morning while Bean has napped. I folded 2 loads of laundry and washed another load! I put together a shoe rack for our closet that has been languishing in its original box since we brought it home a year ago! I've cleaned out the fridge! I've boxed up baby clothes! And last night I even undecorated the Christmas tree and the house! It has been a productive 18 hours indeed.
But I must put the brakes on HARD now 'cause you know what I just remembered? I'm the troop cookie manager for Sister's Brownie troop and the cookie sale training meeting for our troop is TOMORROW! Of course, a presentation given to a group of 7-year olds doesn't have to be that impressive, but it would help if I knew my shit. Like that cookies are $3.50 per box this year instead of $3.00. Like figuring out how to get such young girls to set a sales goal for the troop. Like making sure their frickin' parents know to GET ME THE MONEY ON TIME! NO, I WILL NOT LOAN YOU YOUR BALANCE TIL NEXT WEEK! The Girl Scouts are going to be after your ass if you don't write me that check now, lady. I ain't jokin'.
So off I go to cram for the Girl Scout cookie cause. No doubt you'll hear more about this as events unfold. But I'll say this now, for the second time on this blog--NEVER volunteer to run your daughter's troop cookie sale unless you enjoy playing the heavy to a bunch of grown-ups who should know better.