Here's a funny thing I discovered when looking through my archives for projects to share with you: I don't do any back-to-school projects. Or, more accurately, almost all the back-to-school projects I've done are for guest posts on other people's blogs, as if that's the only motivation for me to do anything school-related. And I'm not even saying they're in time for the traditional September back-to-school deadline, either. The few times when I've actually made something for my kids because they needed something for school were well into the school year. Sometimes I was so tardy that I actually finished something (e.g. Emily's preschool backpack) a whole year late,
To me, that was both very sad and very funny. Sad because, if my children depended on my handcrafting skills to ensure they were clothed, they wouldn't be (which is why I buy clothes rather than sew them). But also funny because it seems somehow incongruous with me having once been a teacher and all. I mean, you'd think I'd take this whole school thing seriously enough to be on time for the first day of school, right? Apparently, my superior procrastinating powers disagree.
But there's another deeper, more insidious reason for the lack of back-to-schoolness here in our home: Emily's birthday parties, which always happen within the first weekend of the start of school each year. This means manic preparation beforehand, to the point where it's a miracle if I actually remember to get the children on their respective rides to the correct schools at all on the first day, let alone all togged up in handmade clothes and be-shouldered in handmade rucksacks and handmade lunchbags.
Speaking of birthday parties, Emily's is coming up again. AGAIN! How is one year later already? Remember this exchange from the movie "Tangled"?
M. Gothel: No. I distinctly remember your birthday was last year.
Rapunzel: That's the funny thing about birthdays.... they're kind of an annual thing.
For once, I'm with Mother Gothel.
In an ideal world, everyone's birthday would come only once every two years (preferably alternating between the children with the most closely-spaced birthdays), so we'd all be half our age and the kids wouldn't grow up quite so fast.
This year, though, I'm going to be having quite a bit of fun with the party prep. The only clue I'll give you for now is that my dad would be so proud. But that's a post for another day. In the meantime, stay in the school mood and go check out my roundup on Allie's blog here!