I usually run out in the winter a few mins before I’m ready to leave and start my car. Clear it off, let it warm up, let the defrost features do it’s thing. Today running out early to do that resulted in me slipping and getting hurt.

I drove to work, went into the office and said “Can you call a supply teacher? I need to go across the street to the clinic”. I was given an office ice pack and off I went. After seeing the doctor I was informed I had a FOOSH.

No really see?! It means Fall On OutStretched Hand. It’s a real medical thing! It’s so fun to say and super cute. Especially considering the pain it causes. So some X-rays later i’m informed it’s a really bad sprain, unless it’s not when the radiologist looks at it in which case I’ll be called. So I head for a nap since I have the morning off and all then go back to school for the afternoon. During which time I’m basically useless since most of what I do involves, oh you know, my right hand. So it’s been all elevated hand, pain killers and ice for me most of the evening!

I landed on my knees too, but was distracted by the wrist pain. My fingers I can cross are crossed hoping I can move in the morning :/

I’m in my jammies in the big chair in the living room.
I’ve been here for hours, starting at 4pm when I got home.
I have my lappy.
I bought something online already.

I have a book.
I had snack.

A pile of things to do, as is my way.
I don’t think I’ll leave this chair other than to feed us and put the kids to bed.

Although I may go create something. I do have a craft sale on Saturday. Plus those new pouches are super awesome. I might have to try making one, we all know how much I love Michelle Patterns.

Oh boy I have a problem. It’s making piles of stuff.

I spent the weekend trying to undo the various ‘piles’.

The kitchen table piles really only got moved, in all honesty, because I had friends coming over for dinner on Sunday.

This one’s my ‘I make Kool Aid jammer bags in the kitchen because then I feel I’m sort of upstairs with my kids and not being a neglectful mother by taking time to go create while they play’. Yeah, in the corner of my kitchen. Really need to clean things up.

How are all your work in progresses stored? Are you guilty of piling too?

I should be writing about Blissdom (it’s coming I swear), I should be working on the things I have to do that are due tomorrow, I should be posting with lots of well lit photos to break up the text, I should be going to bed soon, I should be creating, I should be posting about something I made . . . but instead I’m going to get real for a few mins.

I’ve had a busy, busy few weeks. I feel like life hasn’t stopped. I was sick last week, putting out fires at work a lot lately, away for the weekend and yesterday was my son’s 7th birthday. I sort of hoped today once the school bell rang at 3:10 that I would get to breathe. I did run out of my classroom almost right away but I had to go get gas, stop at the bank, make it to an appointment, stop for groceries and then get the kids from the sitter. That happened at 5 and I usually like to be home with them before that.

Then I had to unload the car, Wesley wanted me to build his new LEGO with him, I said I would but just needed to do some things first. Some things turned into – put groceries away, make dinner, clean up the kitchen, empty the dish washer, eat our dinner, clean up and oh hit the washroom. THEN I helped Wesley with his LEGO creation, which Nate asked me if he could try the Mario Cart game Wesley got for his birthday yesterday. So I move onto that . . all the while needing to get to my homework . . . so I make Nate his mii, load up the game, show him how to work it only to have him scream and cry because he’s hitting walls. I irrationally try to explain to him that I’m 38 and that’s why I could drive the car and that maybe at 4 years old it takes more practice. My strategy wasn’t working out.

I ask them to tidy the living room. This request is met with whines and complaints. “Why can’t you clean my LEGO!” “Because it’s your LEGO. I just cleaned the kitchen, it was all our mess but I did it. I’d rather be playing” “It’s because you’re the grown up Mom.” Great.

Then I get them up here to run the bath, and while it’s running Wesley yells his lamp lightbulb is burnt out and I’m try to fold some laundry, so he comes in and tells me he needs a lightbulb and Nate comes and asks for something else. And I hear ‘mom’ a zillion times during all this.

Sometimes I wish I had one of those little clicker things they have at fairs and stuff to count how many people attend. I want to know how many ‘mom’s get said in a day here. It’s a lot I bet.

So I put them in the bath THEN I remember I have to make lunches.

I’m sort of grumbling while I do. Then with the noise of them on the floor above me, having a blast and being silly in the tub I have an idea. Hopefully when they open their lunches they’ll smile a bit and forget I was sort of crabby tonight.

Annnnd I’m a community leader! Along with all these great peeps. If you don’t know who this particular person is, please take a moment to meet Shannon. She’s an amazing writer, bring up topics I’ve either never thought about or says things on topics I’ve thought about in the most perfect way. After some Tweeting last year, and a delayed flight for her, she walked into our hotel room to find me in my PJs sitting in bed. We said hellos and went to sleep! But then we went on to have a great time together at the conference and it’s been a pleasure to know her for a year.

There are some other fantastic people speaking as well. Last year was my first time and I have to admit I wasn’t very savvy about who people were ahead of time. I’m hoping this year to recognize some faces and also to go stalk all these community leaders before Blissdom starts.

I’m going to be speaking about Etsy, affiliate programs, Passionfruit, sponsorship and basically how to add all those fun things to your blog or business. I’m hoping to sound all professional like.

If you happen to be going to Blissdom, and I don’t know that yet, please let me know now and I’ll be sure to seek you out! And be happy I know someone else.