The insanity continues.
It’s lucky I’ve been going to bed early the past couple of nights, sans wine. I’m still not getting much sleep between the kids rocking and rolling a bit due to allergies due to the see-sawing weather we’re enjoying, fearing for the Xmas tree and my furniture due to the Three Stupid Cats, worrying about our Xmas budget, wondering how the hell I’m going to get all these errands run while still attending my job and picking up my children in the afternoons, and deciding at 4:45 AM today that I should get up and watch the Ink Master finale before I saw a spoiler online. That last one was silly, but hey….It made me happy.
I’m having a hard time saying no these days. It’s not because I’m a pushover. It’s because I want to be involved. I want to be a room mom and organize the perfect holiday party for Stella’s class. I want to make banging dip for Will’s huge family fiesta Saturday at noon (holy merde that’s soon). I want to make paper garlands and snowflakes for our house with the kids. I want to make gingerbread houses. I want to be a kick-ass Daisy Scout volunteer.
That’s where I’ve gotten a bit insane this week. I went to a meeting the other night with other leaders and volunteers. I love this organization. I love my Daisies. I’m excited about helping them with Brownies next year – if asked, of course. My leader asked for volunteers to go to a regional meeting in April. My hand shot up. Then they asked for someone to co-chair a cookie rally. I sat on my hands. It was hard. No one spoke up. But I’m spread thin.
And what is a cookie rally? I suppose I pictured a room full of people holding boxes of cookies and pom-poms. Or, a crafty meeting whereby people turned empty cookie boxes into cars and had races, à la pinewood derbies of boy scout fame. Either way, right now I. Just. Can’t. No matter how much I want to.
As it were, I’m committed this weekend to create something for an event called Cake Bingo. As with “cookie rally,” I had no idea what cake bingo is. I had envisioned giant bingo cards using baked goods as markers – kind of like those goofy estates where they have life-sized chess boards on the lawn. No. It’s a regular game of bingo, with cards sold as a fundraiser, and cakes as a prize.
I’m having serious cake performance-anxiety. I’m not a decorative baker. Any cake I create would be no prize. And with Xmas coming (see previous paragraph where I stay up at night worrying about budget stuff), I can’t really go to a nice bakery and blow $30 on a designer cake. I’m going to have to make do. That’s terrifying.
You see, I always have visions of lovely things. I just have no skill to execute these visions. I have named our annual Xmas cooking baking sessions “Ugly Xmas Cookie Baking.” That’s because they end up looking like sparkly tumors rather than Santas or reindeer. And forget cookie cutters. I can’t do it. My gingerbread inevitably look like they’ve had an industrial accident. They taste good, but they’re not going to win style awards.
I can only hope that there’s a “funniest” category at cake bingo. But I’m not sure that cake bingo attendees will have a sense of humor. Wish me luck. I have a feeling I’ll be creating something worthy of a meme.