Our days have been crazy lately. Nothing earth shattering or different than any other family of active kids. You know how it is: calendars filled with more activities than hours, a car filled with wrappers and ziplock bags, because you’re basically living out of it, a to-do list longer than your toddler is tall.
Last Tuesday was a day of all days. We had school runs, homeschool catch-up (that’s perpetual), regular school pick up, late pick up, baseball games, and birthday parties. My house was sporting its favorite “Tornado Chic” look. I wasn’t sure how to pull it all of, along with the expected level of birthday happy.
Birthday’s here are special, but nothing earth shattering – family comes by for cakes and ice cream and possibly a light meal, depending on the timing and schedule.
I knew we’d all be at the ball field right at the height of the dinner hour, so I really felt like a meal of some sort was in order.
Add “Cook meal for 20” to the to do list.
We have gluten free eaters and I have *never* purchased a cake before. I generally bake two (with Bella’s help!), one regular, one GF. And the birthday boy wanted cupcakes for his whole baseball team!
Add “Bake and decorate two cakes and a dozen and a half cupcakes.” to the to do list.
Remember “Tornado Chic”? Must remedy. Bathroom can’t smell toxic. Check.
Then I had an epiphany. I threw all pinterest to the wind. Guys.
I ordered cupcake from the sweet local bakery. (Buy Local! Shop Small!)
I was able to get cupcakes for the entire baseball team AND our families AND some were gluten free. All I had to do was lift the phone and then have my husband pick them up. WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG FOR THIS GENIUS??
Dinner. Still looming. The plan was pizzas, but then my mom pointed out that it was taco Tuesday! Fifty empanadas to go, please. (Support Handmade! Eat Local!)
Paper plates. A few beers. A party that cleans up with a couple trash bags. It was magic.
With a little help and elbow grease, we assuaged the “Tornado Chic”, but no one went inside anyway, because the evening was gorgeous.
Pinterest is overrated, guys. The mommy wars of party perfection aren’t worth the stress. Life is going to be crazy. But if I don’t intentionally find the joys, streamline to ebb the storms, and embrace this wild ride, then the only real crazy is me.
I’m also embracing “Tornado Chic”. Who’s with me? Maybe I could start a Pinterest board.