Multi-tasking Gone Bad.....

Sometimes when I am doing too too much, everything comes crashing down and sends me back to square negative one. Like this morning, for example. I had been up late night grading term papers and assigning final grades. I woke up early to alter Sailor's leotard for Nutcracker dress rehearsal tonight, organize my courses for next semester, and to make 4 dozen cookies for this afternoon's cookie swap. At 10:30 my hair was still in a wet bun, my kitchen was a disaster and my two young students were trying to teach themselves math while I shouted orders from the kitchen. Right when I was up to my ears in melted chocolate, West tried to get himself a drink of OJ from the fridge and knocked down a full gallon of milk. It splattered all over the kitchen, inside the fridge and all over me. (Goodbye purple shoes, it was nice knowin' ya.) Just at that moment and right as my chocolate was deciding to seize up, the doorbell rang. It was my visiting teachers, the two lovely ladies from church assigned to peek in on me on a montly basis. Sailor answered the door in curlers-she has to have tight wringlets for her Nutcracker performance. Brooke and Amy came right in and helped West mop up the floor while I got the last of the chocolate on the cookies. Even though I'm trying to do much, it felt like someone was looking out for me-crazy, chaotic me. Do you have visiting teachers? You might want to think about getting some. If not, you could find yourself crying over spilt milk in a messy kitchen ten days before Christmas. I narrowly escaped. And you know what? I was so frazzled, I didn't even offer those girls a cookie. I'm pretty sure I can fix that. PS The cookies were so amazing! I can't wait to post the recipe tomorrow. After I grade 120 more term papers, assign 120 more final grades, make it to two holiday parties and one Nutcracker rehearsal and drop off two plates of cookies to Brooke and Amy. See you then.