If you didn’t read my post last night, you will want to read it first, as this is a sequel.

So the rest of my crazy day went like this:

2:50pm – Mother-in-Law shows up to keep Ali while I go get a haircut (about 6 months overdue and desperately needed. Starting to look a bit like Amy Lee or Amy Winehouse. OK, Thankfully not like Amy Winehouse).

3:20pm – Haircut at Hair Reflections – AWESOME salon – fun, yet inexpensive (depending on who you pick). They even have massaging shampoo chairs and funky disco lights. Fun.

3:40pm – I tell her she can cut off 5 inches. She looks at me like I’m crazy and asks, “are you SURE? I don’t want Chris coming and killing me.” I assure her that I think he’ll be fine, but since I know it will be another 6 months until I make it back, she might as well whack it.

4:20pm – Haircut is over; thinking to myself that my M-I-L is going to be disappointed if I come home so soon, especially since Ali was asleep when I left. Decide to depart from the day’s itenerary and swing in the new, much anticipated MAC (makeup) store at the Summit.

4:25pm – since I have no fast-fingered toddler with me to sample all of the makeups (I’m very rarely toddlerless during the day), I allow one of the girls to show me how to do eyeshadow (a weakness of mine). Sat in the chair and stared at myself while she did it. Mental note: Shirt is stretched out (thanks also to toddler) and is terribly unflattering. Must change when I get home. Thank goodness (or not) for mirrors.

4:50pm – head home. Greet toddler, she shows me the fun she’s been having with Nana.

5:15pm – Feed toddler while preparing brownie tray for tonight. Start out with just brownies, but quickly realize that the tray looks too empty (and I couldn’t use them all, I had to leave some for hubby). Find Hershey’s Hugs in the pantry to fill in the gaps.

5:40pm – Greet wonderful hubby, run upstairs to help him bathe Ali, then I get ready, and leave to go to the first thing I’ve been to by myself since early Spring.

6:50pm – Show up at Sophie (of BooMama Fame)’s house for a blogger get-together, featuring a home concert from Trent Monk. Sounds fun! Sounds great to meet new bloggers!

6:51pm – Walking up to door, and all of a sudden, myself screams at me in a harried run-on sentence, “what are you doing you hate meeting strangers and you hate casual social situations in which you have to make small talk – ESPECIALLY with strangers – your only saving grace is Chris who is awesome at it and he’s not here – you’re DOOOOOOOOMED turn back now turn back now turn back NOW!!!!”

6:52pm – After considering the above (and finding it completely valid), I push through and go inside anyway. Greeted by Sophie (And by the way, I MUST say, Sophie is not only an awesome blogger, but an impeccable decorator!! I absolutely loved the color palette and her taste in art. It was awesome!), meet Trent, start to try to find people that look open to small talk and desperately think of what to say.

7:15pm – doing pretty well but feel like I’m the only one there who doesn’t know at least one other person. However, I am talking to several people, which is HUGE for me. But still feel like I’m in High School group at Church again – desperately wanting to go stand in the corner and watch but desperately wanting to not look like “THAT” person, so attempting to meet people and make conversation. I do plan on writing a full blog on my social inabilities sometime.

7:20pm – A break! Hallelujah! Trent starts his set of music. It was fun, he was hilarious, and he had some great songs – one I have even heard MANY times on the radio called “The 21st Time”. I may blog more about Trent at a later time. He said he was going to read all of our blogs to see what we said about him, so I have to put the carrot out that I will write about him again to make him oh-so-curious :) Here’s Trent playing:
8:20pm – Oh no. Concert over. Now the real socializing begins. Scared. Scared. Scared.

8:45pm – Group pictures of all of the bloggers:
9:00pm – Did well, talked at length to a few more people. This is a huge step for me. Even handed out some of my nifty blog cards!!! :
About to leave. Then I start talking to Kim because she knows someone I know. Then as we start talking, we realize we know dozens of the same people. She went to high school with my husband!! So we talk for quite a while. It was fun, and I didn’t actually feel awkward for the first time that night! Success!!! I will definitely start frequenting her blog.

9:30pm – Actually head home.

9:50pm – Quickly get part 1 of this post up for my paranoid adoring fans.

10:00pm – Sit on the couch with Chris and catch up about the night, watch TV while feeling like I have the energy of a slug.

phew! Now THAT was a Crazy Hectic Fun Nutty Day!!

So I’m having a crazy hectic fun nutty day, and therefore I haven’t blogged yet. And tonight while I was at one of the events that made my day c.h.f., and n., my email kept coming in of facebook wall posts, facebook messages, and emails asking why I haven’t blogged today yet and that people were worried about us due to this fact.

Obviously I’ve set your expectations too high.

But being the people pleaser exceed-expectation-attempter that I am, here I am. I started this blog earlier and I guess it’ll have to be two parts, because I want to go spend time with my husband. So I present to you, Part One of my c.h.f.n. day.

Today was such a crazy day, I actually made myself an itinerary last night. Yes, go ahead, make fun of me. It was on a post-it note, so nothing terribly formal, but it was a long, lined post it note. So here was how my day ended up turning out:

6:30am: Hear Chris getting ready for work. Mumbled, but not enough to convince him that I was awake enough for him to come kiss me goodbye. Not awake enough to verbalize any more.

7:00am: Alarm clock goes off. As usual, SNOOZE.

7:09am: Get up, shower, bible study.

8:00am: Go downstairs and in a tizzy, make a double batch of brownies and print off two more sheets of my new “blog card” (see picture in part b tomorrow), both for tonight (also will be explained in part b)

8:30am: Go get Ali, rock her, read her bible at her insistence, get her downstairs and feed her bagels and cream cheese left over from getting breakfast for Sunday School. She DOES love the dip-dip.

8:54am: Take brownies out of oven while rushing around to get everything ready to go to bible study.

9:25am: Hurry to Panera to get bagels and cream cheese AGAIN due to finding out late last night that it was also my week to bring breakfast to bible study.

9:26am: Run into a former workmate that I used to shoot rubber bands back and forth with when I was 17 years old. We talk and catch up about Ali, and his grandkids. Scratch stopping at the store to get OJ for bible study off the to-do list.

9:35am: Get in car and look in mirror and see that I have a large daub of cream cheese dried onto my chin, compliments of Ali during her breakfast, I’m sure. Thinking that old friend was not hearing anything I said due to not being able to quit staring at large white spot on chin, like the commercial where the stains talk louder than the person wearing the shirt. Oh well.

9:47am: Get to bible study two minutes late, but no one is here yet. Guess I could’ve stopped to get OJ after all. Luckily, Diane brings some.

9:50am: Bible study. Was. Awesome.

12:20am: Pick up Ali from nursery and hurry to lunch with the parents, Nick, and Mammaw.

1:04pm: Ali makes her Daddy as proud as he can possibly be (or at least he will be when he reads this blog since he wasn’t there to witness it himself), when, as saying all of her rigamarole for goodbyes, says to my Dad, “Aft-while croc–dile. Bye bye Pop. Love you Pop. Roll Tide.”

1:21pm: In car, driving on windy road, and Ali asks to “Kiss Mommy hand.” I reach my hand back to her while driving one-handed on windy roads, and she holds it for a sec, then twists it all the way around then up so my palm is facing her. NOT how one’s arm can normally sustain movement while stretching and driving down windy roads. I am totally puzzled as to why she is doing this torturous thing to me until she says with an excited voice, “Mommy letters on hand!!”. I remembered that I had written a couple of notes on my hand because I had so much to remember today, and THAT’S why she had to see the palm of my hand.

1:22pm: Painfully drove with one hand on wheel and one hand twisted like playdough until Ali finishes reading ALL letters on hand. The lengths we’ll go to for learning opportunities.

1:26pm: Get home, get Ali down for nap, give self hand massage, quickly check blog stuff and write up to here on this post so that I don’t forget. Then quickly get lots of work done (I’m writing that in advance to ensure that it comes true).

OK – so I’ll finish this in the morning. Or at least I’ll try. But if I don’t get it done, don’t worry – we’re not in the ER – it’s just a hectic week.

See ya then!