I've been meaning to post some things that have been on my mind...
...but I haven't. Reasons?
- Christmas is in like 3 freaking days and I still have shopping to do. And wrapping to do. And baking to do. Not to mention all the frivolous stuff like eating, sleeping, showering, etc.
- Christmas cards that arrived late, making it necessary to hand deliver all 40 of them (not counting the other 40 that I hand-addressed Friday night - printer's broken - so that I could drop them off at the post office at 7am Saturday morning, even though they probably still won't make it to their destinations before Christmas...but you know what, they say "Happy Holidays" and that includes New Years bitches, so anybody who has a problem with receiving their card after December 25th can bite me).
- End-of-semester deadlines that unfortunately do not disappear under intense procrastination (said procrastination does however elicit entertaining e-mails from professors saying things like "Do you plan to graduate sometime in the next decade, or should we just go ahead and have the 2020 printed on your diploma?").
- Five Christmas parties this past weekend. F-I-V-E. As in "the thing that comes after one-two-three-four". All of which required white elephant gifts and edible contributions (okay, well, the edible contributions weren't explicitly requested on the invitations, but it would have killed my little Suzy Homemaker soul to show up empty-handed, so bake I did).
- Stomach flu. Just as much fun as it sounds. The upside? I've lost 6 pounds in 3 days. The downside? I passed out in Wal-Mart Friday evening. So not even joking. It was no big deal - my mom totally caught me before I hit the floor. I think it was a side-effect of shopping at that hellhole...I would have never passed out in Target.
- Wrapping presents with a one-year-old who likes to "help". The bad thing is that not many presents have been wrapped, and the ones that have look exactly like a one-year-old and his sleep-deprived mother wrapped them. The good thing is that my son has picked up several new swear words through the process, so at least it's been an educational experience.
- A husband who is apparently trying to break the Guiness World Record for most hours worked in the busiest month of the year, leading to his wife's inevitable nervous breakdown because she has no freaking help with anything. We're not at the murder-suicide point yet, but changing the locks has been considered (I'm joking...I think).
- Potty training. Because yes, I was insane enough to start that two weeks before Christmas. Because I'm secretly a raging masochist.
And oddly enough, I still consider this my favorite time of the year. What the hell is wrong with me?
- Christmas is in like 3 freaking days and I still have shopping to do. And wrapping to do. And baking to do. Not to mention all the frivolous stuff like eating, sleeping, showering, etc.
- Christmas cards that arrived late, making it necessary to hand deliver all 40 of them (not counting the other 40 that I hand-addressed Friday night - printer's broken - so that I could drop them off at the post office at 7am Saturday morning, even though they probably still won't make it to their destinations before Christmas...but you know what, they say "Happy Holidays" and that includes New Years bitches, so anybody who has a problem with receiving their card after December 25th can bite me).
- End-of-semester deadlines that unfortunately do not disappear under intense procrastination (said procrastination does however elicit entertaining e-mails from professors saying things like "Do you plan to graduate sometime in the next decade, or should we just go ahead and have the 2020 printed on your diploma?").
- Five Christmas parties this past weekend. F-I-V-E. As in "the thing that comes after one-two-three-four". All of which required white elephant gifts and edible contributions (okay, well, the edible contributions weren't explicitly requested on the invitations, but it would have killed my little Suzy Homemaker soul to show up empty-handed, so bake I did).
- Stomach flu. Just as much fun as it sounds. The upside? I've lost 6 pounds in 3 days. The downside? I passed out in Wal-Mart Friday evening. So not even joking. It was no big deal - my mom totally caught me before I hit the floor. I think it was a side-effect of shopping at that hellhole...I would have never passed out in Target.
- Wrapping presents with a one-year-old who likes to "help". The bad thing is that not many presents have been wrapped, and the ones that have look exactly like a one-year-old and his sleep-deprived mother wrapped them. The good thing is that my son has picked up several new swear words through the process, so at least it's been an educational experience.
- A husband who is apparently trying to break the Guiness World Record for most hours worked in the busiest month of the year, leading to his wife's inevitable nervous breakdown because she has no freaking help with anything. We're not at the murder-suicide point yet, but changing the locks has been considered (I'm joking...I think).
- Potty training. Because yes, I was insane enough to start that two weeks before Christmas. Because I'm secretly a raging masochist.
And oddly enough, I still consider this my favorite time of the year. What the hell is wrong with me?