I really hate it when...

...you've hurt your back again (this time my upper back--it's totally due to trying to hold a baby while hunching over my laptop), and you think you've finally got all your errands run for the day, and there is only dinner and family night to put together. And then your daughter says, "Mom! I need my butterfly costume for tomorrow! We're doing the school performance tomorrow."

Clunk. (That's me, falling in a faint.)

I have a butterfly body, but no antennae, and certainly no wings. The school suggestion was to sew silk scarves under the arms and along the sides of a body/ballet suit. Which is a great idea, but um...outside of Germany, silk scarves aren't really in style at the moment, and I haven't found any. I was going to check some thrift stores tomorrow (the evening performance isn't until Thursday, which is what I was counting on).

I'm trying to drag myself up to see if I have anything at all from sewing boxes packed in 2006 that I could use. But I really, really, really don't want to deal with this today! This is the first I've heard of the school performance being TOMORROW.