I'm preparing to throw a holiday bash. It's IN THREE DAYS. I'm not stressing. Really, I'm fine. See?

Right. So, in typical fashion, Murphy and his big ass Book Of Law have decided to pay me a visit. Here's the week in review:

Friday- Aidan has the Tooth Fairy Trauma
Saturday- no sleep, Aidan can't go anywhere, nothing gets done
Sunday- continued
Monday- Spent it at the dentist, no preschool
Tuesday- wasted, kid gets sick, ice storm
Wednesday- no school! Slam toe in door.

That's not to say I've done nothing. Oh no, somehow, I've managed to accomplish quite a bit of cleaning. I'm not sure exactly how but my methods left me in a bad,bad mood (I like to think it was the toe rather than the stress). For my sanity and Rob's personal safety, I left the house for the evening. Went to see a movie, Twilight, for the third time.

Shut up.

So, while in the movie I get four phone calls, two text messages, and a partridge and a pear tree. Sigh. It was worth it,though.

Bah. Three more days! The playlists are finished (three, mind you). The sound system is out of the box. The cleaning is mostly done. The food/drink list is finished. Tomorrow's huge endeavor = lighting!