I am definitely a works-well-under-pressure kind of gal. Most of that is by necessity as I put everything off until the last minute and have no choice but to get everything done under a serious time crunch. It’s been this way my entire life. There was never any “preparing” for tests. There was only cramming the night before and remembering all the useless info just long enough to ace the test and then forgetting it all immediately after.
The funny thing is, I used to really freak out and storm around the house stressing about how I hadn’t started yet and so I was doomed to failure. That’s just my way. I did this one time and I got so worked up about how it was 1am the night before the big test and there was no way I could pass it so why bother studying? My roommate at the time had no choice but to be witness to my melodramatic doomsday-ing. After listening to me predict my inevitable failure a dozen times or so, she concluded I must be right and she gave up and went to bed. But that was just the opening act. See, after I’ve stomped around a good bit and thrown a tantrum, I buckle down and get the work done. I stayed up late and crammed and got an A on my test. My roommate didn’t. And I don’t think she has ever forgiven me for bringing her down.
Since then, I’ve learned to just accept that I am a last-minute person and it will get done. Will it be exactly the way I imagined? Probably not but the end product will be more than adequate and will pass everyone’s standards (just maybe not my impossibly high ones).
So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise when I found myself on Wednesday making phone calls and sending out emails to people to invite them to Sassy’s birthday party that was on Saturday. That’s right–3 days before my daughter’s party and I was just now getting around to inviting them. And it didn’t end there. Here is a little recap from the last few days.
Wednesday Realize I forgot to send out invites; break Sassy’s heart that the invitations she’d been planning for weeks wouldn’t be made after all; realize Howdy’s party is the following weekend and go ahead and make phone calls for his party as well (Go me! I’m on top of something!)
Friday afternoon Oops! Apparently I left a close friend of Sassy’s off the invite list. Send frantic FB msg to her mom, begging for daughter to be able to come; agree to let her stay well past party time in order for her to be able to make it
Friday evening–9:30pm-ish In the middle of a Pampered Chef party that I’m hosting at my mom’s house, it suddenly dawns on me that today is Friday–the day.before.the.party. Games are not planned, cake is not baked, treats for goodie bags are not purchased; momentary panic then laugh it off and continue party. Before leaving party, convince mom to bake the birthday cake since she is better at it than I am (truth)
Friday night/Saturday morning–12:45am Finally get home after spending hours chatting with friends; dread the flight-of-the-bumblebee cleaning job that awaits me; discover MC has been waiting up to help me clean (love that man); spend a few minutes cleaning and then try to convince MC that we should just call it quits and finish in the morning; Hubby insists on cleaning (hate that man); crawl into bed at 1:45am
Saturday morning (aka D-Day) Wake up and alternate between random cleaning (sweep kitchen, dust TV, clear table, clean kitchen counters)and searching the internet for game/party ideas. Make a frantic run to the dollar store to get party props; stop at mom’s and see that she bought everything for goodie bags and is going to put them together along with the cupcakes she’s baked (love her); hurry to get back before MC has to leave for work; fail to find games on the internet; declare myself a creative genius for coming up with great party games myself; proceed to throw it all together
12:15pm After failing to convince MC that the kids would be better off with McDs for lunch, reluctantly take a break to feed the Minions; force down a sandwich while finishing games
12:45pm 15 minutes to party time; discover that I wasn’t finished prepping; slight panic while acknowledging that I should have known better than to think I was done BEFORE party time
1:05pm Send the first 2 guests upstairs to play with Sassy while I finish booklets needed for all our activities
4:11pm With the exception of the one friend who is staying late, the guests are gone; pick up trash/discarded plates and cups; big sigh of relief that party is over
4:17pm Head downstairs to see MC who was hiding out in the basement for the entire party (minus the singing of “Happy Birthday); flop down on the couch and announce to MC that the party was a huge success; conclude I must be the most awesomest mommy ever
4:19pm Purposely block out the reminder that Howdy’s party is only a week away and I will soon be doing this all over again.