Whack, Whack, Whack, MISS

Yesterday?  I drove.  I drove David to community college, and then I drove to a friend's house to pick up Brian and a friend from their study group.  Then I drove that friend home.  Then I drove to another friend's house to pick up my girls (I had driven them there earlier for a mosaics class), and THEN - instead of heading home - we drove to the shoe store to find dress shoes for the girls, because Brian's Confirmation is tonight.

I live in this now, apparently
I spent, in all, probably 2 hours just driving yesterday, because later I had to pick up David from school and take HIM for dress shoes (I don't know about you people, but it is a tradition here that any fancy occasion triggers the we-don't-have-dress-shoes-that-fit syndrome).  Luckily, we experienced the Miracle of Kohls and found him shoes that both fit and were appropriate for the occasion. Plus, the cashier gave me 20% off.

So! Despite all the driving, I felt proud of myself.  I GOT IT DONE.  I whacked those moles, as it were, and could sleep the sleep of the just.  That is, after I finished cutting out the 100 cloth circles I had promised our Girl Scout leader, for the re-enactment thing-y the girls are doing on Saturday at some local historical place.  No worries - I got that done, too.  I felt good.

That is, until today, when I announced to my Girl Scout leader friend my success with the cloth circles and she asked me, "Did you ever sign up for that Fall Fun Fest you said you would take our girls to?"

"Was that for today?" I asked, panic rising into my throat at the thought of everything I had already planned to do today.

"Oh, no, it's next week," she said.  "But the registration deadline was last Friday."

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Well, that was one mole that went unwhacked, I guess.  Who knows what other balls I've dropped?  Who knows how many other promises I've made that will not go unbroken? At least my friend, well acquainted with human fallibility in general and my personal fallibility in particular, was willing to forgive and forget.  Or maybe she just didn't want me to give up on those cloth circles?

Hey, I even made some handmade potpourri to go in them, once I discovered there wasn't any potpourri in Michael's that didn't smell disgusting.  That's something, right? Right?  Whack.



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  1. Eh, it's still all a win. You can't do everything! Sometimes a missed deadline is for the best.

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  2. I am pretty much in love with the entire Whack a Mole concept. I plan to use that myself! Hang in there with that shovel!!

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  3. I remember those days. It's so nice when they finally get their driver's licenses. Don't worry if you let a mole slip away now and then. You can't whack them all.

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  5. I bet the Girl Scout leader was thanking the sweet little baby Jesus that she didn't have to go to -- or get her Girl Scout to -- another dang thingy. My sunny girl is a senior in high school, and an "Ambassador" scout. My enthusiasm for all the Girl Scout thingies is waning at breakneck speed. So many thingies . . . .

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  6. I was too tired to write a Facebook post about being TIRED from whacking the moles at work (but I got them all whacked before leaving!) and then found your post which sums it up nicely. When my kids were small I felt like all I did was drive and cut and shop and on and on all the livelong day (and beat down moles at work, to boot). And I only had three! I can't remember how I did it, but I know a lot of things got overlooked; and often.

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  7. I am very curious now about what re-enactment requires 100 cloth circles.

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    1. Just a little craft for visitors to do - make "old-fashioned" sachets by putting some potpourri in the middle of the circle and then gathering it up and tie-ing it with a ribbon. I can't remember how to spell tying/tieing - I'm exhausted.

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    2. I see! I am glad to hear that the re-enactment did not involve giving muskets to young children. That's what I was imagining.

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  8. ohh, I know the feeling. So. Much. Driving. And I am absolutely missing things, which is very unlike me, and I just don't care. I figure I can be like most people for a while and the rest of the world can deal with it. ;)

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  9. Sometimes, girl, you must say 'EnoughIsEnough' and just go into your quiet place to pray AND if you don't have a quiet place to pray for five minutes, git your kids to pray with you or sing joyfully to the Lord or just meditate. Here's why...

    Precisely why I had my epiphany:

    Wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most extra-groovy-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué-passion you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal. Cya soon…

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  10. The moles make monkeys in my mind, you know?

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  11. Whack-a-mole describes my work days AND the days when suddenly there are no dress shoes in the house that will be appropriate for the occasion.

    My jaw is still dropped from reading that you made your own potpourri. I am in awe.

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  12. ugh I hate days like that. They are so exhausting.

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