Diary of Superwoman

Love it when a plan comes together--- and when for just a few minutes, I can at least FEEL like I have it all together, all together.

Yesterday turned out to be one of those days, one of those, "Yes, you can have it all" days.

I read a disturbing chick-lit book not too long ago that was telling the heroine that there was Work, Love, and Family--Choose 2 but that to try to have all 3 would cause you to fail miserably at all. Well, of course, the heroine proved her mentor wrong. I have to admit there are days I worry that somebody is getting shortchanged. Here lately, the only thing I can guarantee is that it isn't work. I am so fortunate though to have a son and husband who both step in and pick up the slack because they are part of this family too, not because "Mom's not doing her job".

Anyway.......Wednesday night, four of us left for Rend Lake for a meeting yesterday. Our meetings were scheduled for 8:30-5:30. Our Ladies Tea (aka the "Mother-Daughter" banquet) started at 6. I had pretty well tried to warm Mom there was no way. I had been asked if I could "get out of" the training ( not by Mom). Well, no, I was one of the speakers so that was a little impossible.

When we took a break for lunch yesterday, we were already ahead of schedule, then nobody wanted to take a full hour, making us MORE ahead of schedule. At 2:00, we were on our last slide. There was a little glimmer that I was going to make this happen.

Two of the girls had gotten out of their meetings at Noon, they were waiting on Brenda and me. I really figured they had drove to Mt. Vernon, and we would have to wait a little bit for them to come pick us up. I texted Sharon that we were ready, she texted me that they were sitting in the parking lot. Yeah!  I had said the night before that if we got out in time, I would love to get home for this. We got in the car and never stopped, pulling in the drive at the office at 4.

I had called Robert right after school and texted him a grocery list. He ran to the store for me and was pulling in the drive with my groceries as I was pulling in from work. So the next hour went a little like this:

I got to the kitchen, pulled out a bread tube, opened the refrigerated Italian loaf (it was supposed to be French bread, but being out Robert improvised--GOOD THINKING!). Sprayed the tube, popped it in and stuck it in the oven.

Ran to the computer and printed off the recipe for my Parmesan bites, because I never remember to make a recipe for them. Meanwhile, the Italian loaf exploded in the oven because there was too much bread. Took a knife, cut the ends off the bread, put the lids back on, came back to get the paper out of the printer.

Had Robert clear a path up the attic stairs because I realized my dress was up there--yes, the stairs serve as storage---one of these days, that part of my life will be a bit better organized...ANYWAY, while he was doing that, I was mixing cream cheese and Parmesan.

I ran upstairs, found my dress, which just had to be UNDER the clothes bar that fell last fall--at least it wasn't wrinkled.

Came back down, opened the crescent dough, rolled the Parmesan logs, cut up a red pepper, sprinkled on top, rolled the crescents around them, cut them into pieces and got them on a baking tray.

THEN, I ran to the bedroom, changed into my skirt and blouse, came back to the kitchen, took the bread out of the oven, popped it out of the tube and into the freezer. Stuck the Parmesan bites in the oven, and cut up my cucumber.

Meanwhile, I sent Robert on a search of the bottom of my closet for my shoes. I sliced the bread, cut the cucumbers with a little scalloped cutter, put onion dip on the bread, then the cucumbers, sprinkled everything with some basil and wrapped them, took the bites out of the oven, put them on a tray, wrapped them. Went to touch up my makeup and realized all my makeup was still in the back of the van--so I survived with some lipstick and combing my hair. Ran through the house saying "Yes, I AM Superwoman!" slipped my shoes on, grabbed the other purse to go with my outfit, put on my jacket, and out the door I went--approximately an hour after I got home!

Changed out my purse sitting in road construction and made it to the banquet at 10 til 6. 

Yes, days like that just make me feel good. The banquet was wonderful, Barb Mulvey was our speaker and she was hilarious. We had a wonderful, wonderful time and I am just very thankful to God for letting me live this wonderful, crazy life.