Step 1.) Cut out an insane amount of pennant shapes from construction paper probably older than you are and immediately curse the project you've started for yourself.
Step 2.) Toss the potato you were attempting to create into a stamp at your Husband, try again with the styrofoam tray that comes with ground meat (after thoroughly washing and sanitizing the tray, your arms up to your elbows and 15 feet in all surrounding areas and let's NOT EVEN TALK ABOUT THE FACT YOU DUMPSTER DIVED FOR THIS SHIT) and then promptly toss THAT failed stamp as well. Come across a package of (honest to God) typewriter carbon paper STILL UNOPENED in piles of "things to sort" upstairs and use your mad tracing skills on 30 something purple pennants to make Disney's Rapunzel sun flags. Hand paint 30 something suns while (almost) 3 year old begs to help.
Step 3.) Pray 3 year old appreciates the sh!t out of your efforts... specifically when you couldn't finish because you ran out of ribbon. I only need, like, 5000 more yards! We all know I have some HIDDEN SOMEWHERE from myself.
Step 963.) Get high with your cat. Well, technically I got sedated, anti-anxietized and anti-depressed or WHATEVER and he got a face full of catnip because Mommy had an "accident" when attempting to fill that stupid fish/bird/WTFISTHATTHING?
See? I can totally have a great sense of humor while trying to ride this rollercoaster. Can I get off now? Hello?