…you lose your kid’s soccer jersey and have to miss the game.
Oh my gosh, you guys, THIS MONTH!! I for one am glad that I have less than three hours left in September.
Piers and Gil both have September birthdays, and I didn’t throw either of them a party. Not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but I’ll do almost anything to get out of throwing a children’s birthday party. I suck at themes and party games and cute, Pinteresty treats. I also live in a world of creative parents with excellent follow-through. The pressure and all the planning ahead turns me into a twitchy wreck. Nothing and I mean NOTHING brings up panic, anxiety and self-loathing for me quite like a kid party. This is definitely what I like to call an area of development.
On the flip side, I love a house full of peeps, socializing, all that. We had a party for Wallace in May and no joke, I emailed ten families on Friday and they ALL showed up Sunday from 2-5. It was honestly fabulous. The kids played; the parents had some afternoon cocktails; we had cake and ice cream and light snacks, and that was it. My friends raved about how fun and simple it was — I should remember this when I’m telling myself how much I suck at party planning. The problem is that waiting until the last minute is more expensive which brings its own element of stress, but overall it’s much better for my mental health.
Piers didn’t want a party, so we spent the weekend in downtown Atlanta and did two days of Six Flags. I need to make peace with kid parties or win the lottery or something.
Anyway, back to September. We had a going away party for Maeve and her family another weekend — fun, but exhausting.
Then my buddy, Allie, got married last weekend, and we all went and had to be fancy, and you can probably imagine what that entailed. Right before we walked out the door, Wallace lost his shit because his shoes were stiff. So…he wore his red Keens. Whatever. I also never had the boys try on their ties, and my gosh, either my kids have especially short torsos or kid ties are just ridiculously long — these certainly were.
Apparently I had loads of energy back in late August and thought signing everyone up for multiple after-school activities was a fab idea.
It was not.
Both kids are playing soccer and tennis, and Piers has been doing an extra day of a soccer skills clinic. We are all so done, and my children hope they never ever have to look at another soccer ball. I was trying to channel their endless supply of energy.
We were all so enthusiastic back in August.
Which brings me to today. Wallace was sniffly after school, but his game wasn’t until 6:30. He said he felt fine, but I could not find his jersey anywhere. I checked the dirty pile in the laundry room, multiple hampers, the clean pile on the couch that needs folding and the clean pile in my bedroom that I shoved in the corner for Maeve’s party.
The time has come. I need to get it together tomorrow and get things in order. I texted Wallace’s coach and said he has a cold — he does, but I didn’t mention that after an hour of searching, I have no clue where his jersey is. I’m beginning to think I need a life manager.
Really, we don’t have that many clothes. What is our problem?
Enlighten me. Teach me to stay on top of my laundry, because what I’m doing is not working. I vow to focus on my house in October.
What’s your biggest housekeeping challenge? And if you’re good at this sort of thing, how the hell do you do it? For real. I need tips.