If, in the next few days, I start speaking like a lunatic, screaming like a banshee, or quietly rocking in the corner this is why.
My calendar for the beginning of September...
1st - Take a deep breath
2nd - Hubba arrives home after 6 nights away bush walking in the wilderness at Carnarvon Gorge
- My 6 year old boy's movie night at school
3rd - My niece's 4th birthday party (which we can't attend)
- My 6 year old boy's school friend's birthday party
4th - Father's Day
5th - Buy kids' birthday presents
6th - Work on Dinosaur Presentation with my 6 year old boy for next week
7th - bake Miss3's birthday cakes
8th - Miss 3's 4th birthday
- My 6 year old boy's school excursion to Brisbane, I'm a parent helper
9th - Buy the party food and cakes
10th - Travel 3 hours to the farm for the kids' birthday party with cousins
- Go to the Beaudesert Show after the party
11th - Travel 3 hours home
- bake 30 cupcakes for school
12th - My 6 year old boy's 7th birthday, take cakes to school
13th - Our 9th wedding anniversary, nothing planned at this stage
14th - My 7(!) year old boy's oral presentation on dinosaurs which we need to prepare at home
15th - Exhale...or collapse in a heap on the floor...whichever comes first.
16th - Pick myself up from the floor running because it's only 3 months until the silly season!!
- AND it's the last day of term
17th - School holidays - woooohoooooooo