Stop The Glorification of Busy and Embrace Banana Pudding

Y’all, last week was nuts for me.

To recap:

  • Tuesday: Two-hour Junior League Board meeting after work + my month to provide dinner for the 13 of us
  • Thursday: Texoma Community Credit Union’s 65th Annual Meeting Dinner (me + a committee of 8 planned and set up to host 300 people)
  • Friday: Promoted Lemonade Day at work to spread the word on the nonprofit, so we decorated two lobbies, and provided lunch to all 54 employees
  • Saturday: Set up TCCU photo booth for Red River Wine & Beer Festival. Attended, but only last about an hour before we were done, tired, and ready to go eat a “real” dinner.
  • Sunday: Set up and picked up TCCU photo booth from Little Baron’s Ball to support American Cancer Society
  • TODAY: I’m responsible for setting up/all preparations for Junior League’s month to host Business After Hours (100+ people to attend)

Did I also mention my husband was out of town the ENTIRE WEEK?

I know I am not alone in having weeks like this, and I HATE when people try to act all important by saying how busy they are, so I really say this to give you:

1.) An idea of what I was facing, and

2.) Some things that saved my sanity, so that hopefully they will be helpful.

Here’s what I did:

 

Called in reinforcements.

I knew this week was coming for months, it was not a surprise. And I knew there would be two nights last week I wouldn’t be home and would need a babysitter for umpteen hours. They say it takes a village, and to be completely honest, I haven’t really built mine yet. I have no family in town, but it didn’t take a whole lot of convincing and looking pathetic to get my parents to make the seven hour drive up here from Houston to help me out. So I asked them months ago to make the trip and save my bacon.

 

Called in favors.

Several months ago, Cotton Patch Cafe reached out to me and offered to provide catering for up to 10 people if I would share my experience on the blog. And since I barely prepare dinner for my family of three on a regular week, I knew there was no way I was home-cooking ANYTHING for all 13 of us on the Junior League Board.

So I called in the favor and oh boy, did they deliver. (Well, technically, I picked up the food, but they loaded it in my my car for me! Haha.) It was super easy to order, everything was ready to go right when I showed up.

And most importantly, everything was delicious. We had chicken strips, mashed potatoes and gravy, squash casserole, house salad with ranch, rolls and banana pudding. Even with food for 10, the 13 of us still had TONS of leftovers. And that banana pudding? NOM.

Takeaway: Don’t EVER be afraid to ask. If there’s one thing I learned in my previous job of nonprofit fundraising it is that. Hearing “no” is not the end of the world, and often there’s a “yes” more frequently than you would expect it.

  

Took all the shortcuts. Ever.

I’ll admit it. I’m not above lunchables and uncrustables and any time of “ables” for my child that en-“ables” me to pack his lunch faster in the morning. Everything Teddy ate last week at school came prepackaged or in some sort of squeeze pack.

For myself, I “stole” leftovers from aforementioned meetings for dinners the rest of the week, did online ordering and Walmart Grocery Pick Up for what I still needed. Then Amazon Primed all last-minute event supplies. Driving all around town picking up a million supplies is for the birds. (Even though I do it all the time, too.)

Bottom Line: Sometimes you just gotta go into survival mode.

Let the laundry pile up, let meals go un-prepped and unhealthy, learn the word “no” and use it. Sure, my living room turned into a Power Wheels parking lot by the end of the week, and my parents had completely rearranged my kitchen to the point I still can’t find certain bowls and pans, but everyone was still alive and mostly sane.

Because when you’re a mom, there should be no shame in your game. Not EVERYTHING has to be done perfectly. Shortcuts are okay. Banana pudding from someone else’s kitchen is OKAY. (Whether it’s a bake sale or a meeting.) Everyone’s alive, healthy, happy? Eaten at least two food groups? You’re way ahead. Go you.

 

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