So, 2 weeks till lift-off. 2. WEEKS. I'm just not feeling the Christmas spirit quite yet, which is sad. This is always my favorite holiday. I even put my lights up outside way earlier than I would normally. And since then, have not done a dang thing. I have been existing in a state of denial that it is getting so close. "You'll get it done, don't worry! There's plenty of time left!" a little voice in my head reassuringly tells me day after day. I don't know if that little voice is right, or on crack. My list of things left to do:
-make up a few batches of fudge, one of which needs to be boxed up and mailed.
-well, need to go to the grocery store and buy the stuff to make the fudge first.
-actually wrapping all the presents might be good too.
-take the kids' Christmas picture to send out with cards.
-get the picture printed up
-address and actually send OUT the cards this year.
-pack for our big out of town trip
-figure out what to do with dog on said trip
-clean out van for said trip. (the last trip over Thanksgiving left the van an amazing mess. It's surprising how people SO small can make SO much mess)
-clean house, so I have a nice shiny house to come back to after said trip.
So there you have it. That list on top of raising 4 kids alone would have anyone in a panic. And here I sit in this zen-like state thinking everything will be ok. And I'm not even high, woo.
(a disclaimer-I wrote this post in the morning, when my brain isn't even on yet. So if it doesn't make sense, deal with it. I'll probably come later and read it and go "HUH?")