If I had only taken a shower

Here is the conclusion of the scrapbook saga. The scrapbook was to be presented at the retirement party, Thursday at 4pm. The due date for the entries was set for that Tuesday by the end of the day. There were 3 entries turned in at that time. Yes I said 3, out of 80. Sooo, needless to say an inter-office e-mail was sent out Tuesday with an extended due date for Wednesday (which I had totally planned on from the beginning, as I am clued into reality). By Wednesday after school there were a total of 26 entries, and that does include the 3 previous "early" entries. Now I would like to veer off track for a moment and tell you about the entries I did receive. Now the plan as I understood it was to have each person write a note of congratulations, thanks, remembrance, etc. to Linda on a 7" x 9" piece of white card stock and I would scrap those into the 81/2" x 11" book. Apparently that was not clear and even though I had attached my phone number and e-mail address no one had the guts to ask me what was up and did their own thing. I personally did not have a problem with this, some had done up their own complete scrapbook page on the provided 7x9 paper and some had just written their note and left it plain. Now here is the problem with this, each entry was a different color, theme, or orientation. I had purchased all the materials in a coordinating theme and had planned on creating basic page layouts that I could simply add the entry to and I would look fabulous (naturally). Now I have 26 different entries that are all over the place. Now back to Wednesday, I take home everything I have and start scrapping, I worked for 3 hours and then go to bed. On Thursday I started scrapping at 7am. I do not pass go, I do not take a shower, I stopped for 1 hour to have lunch and refocus. Now this may seem silly but I can't just slap a note on a page and go on. I am not capable, it does not compute. I had to take each individual entry and create a page that would complement the design they gave me and still flow with the rest of the book. So needless to say it took me 3 times as long to get this done. 26 pages, plus 11 blank pages for people to sign at the party, may not seem like that much and if I had one more day to work with it would have been fine. At 2:40 I am just starting my last page, when get a call from the office that there are a few more entries that have been turned in if I wanted to come pick them up. That totally threw me over the edge. I was so stressed and so not done (and by the way had to leave in 10 minutes to pick up the boys after school), and be finished with the book in an hour, and now I was so mad. How rude can you be? Seriously! So I pack up all the rest of the materials, the book and rush to the school looking like crap I remind you because I haven't showered, put on make-up, brushed my hair or teeth. I slap together the front page, take the 5 entries that were turned in and put them with the supplies. Then I found the vice principal and told her (very nicely) that I was done, here are all of the supplies and if they wanted to anyone that wanted to add to the book could stick theirs to a piece of paper and stick it in the book. I told her I was sorry but I did not want to be scrapping this for the next week as things trickled in. Then I left. Well, I tried to leave. I got Andrew and Peyton, and went to the car and found that my battery had died. I had to call Peyton's dad and he came and jump started my car so we could get home. So I am convinced that if I had taken 20 minutes and showered that morning the universe would not have decided that it was a good day for some kidding around.