Don’t you just love those bizarre celebrity death hoaxes? Johnny Depp dies in freak skate board accident. Miley Cyrus eaten by sharks. Plastic surgery kills Kardashian sisters.
These goofy rumors got me to thinking that a lot of you out there are probably wondering what happened to Wendy. The hotter of the two mamas. No, contrary to the wild urban legends circulating Hollywood, she has not been kidnapped by terrorists. Unless you count the PTA.
No, Wendy is simply busy. Too busy to blog.
Why? Because—like me—she cannot seem to bring herself to say ‘No’.
Why do we fear the word, No? Hmm. In my case? I’m terrified I might miss out on the fun. Couple that with my people pleasing tendencies and suddenly, I find myself in the process of making a Pioneer Costume. For myself. Yes. Fitting that in before I pack my two fifth graders and me for a three day school Oregon Trail camping trip. Couldn’t say no to their adorable doe-eyed faces, begging me to participate in all that chaperoning excitement. Neither could I say ‘No’ to the week long Marine Studies extravaganza with my middle school daughter’s class at the coast. Thankfully I’ll have time to pack during the ten minutes I’ll be home between trips.
Bought the supplies I’ll need during the week I took off to get the kids back and forth to their fifty mile round-trip piano recitals. Luckily, my husband was able to take time off work that week to get my son to his baseball games in other cities, since I don’t have a sewing machine in my car. Yet. As soon as they get one that plugs into the cigarette lighter, I will.
Fortunately, my computer has super good battery life, as my eldest daughter somehow talked me into serving as the Community Coordinator for her high school’s social network. This way, I won’t be bored on those endless seconds I’ll have between building a Pirate set for Vacation Bible School and hosting the Spanish Club luncheon. Thank heavens I was able to wriggle out of sewing 70 canvas field study bags—never admit you can sew—so that I can attend a college reunion, a baby shower, a writer’s meeting, enjoy TWO talent shows, THREE plays starring my kids, and host out of town company.
All of this is, of course, on top of keeping a 7 person/2 dog household under some semblance of control. I’m thinking about getting one of those digital voice recorders so that I can write novels while I’m grocery shopping, working out, paying bills, chauffering the kids, grooming the dogs, mowing the lawn and bathing.
Double-tasking? For slacker weenies. I’m coining the phrase Quad-tasking. Why else would God have given us two hands and two feet?