Ok, how is Thanksgiving on Thursday?!? Wasn't it just July or something? Or September when I was working 567 hours a week on our fundraiser? Holy crap. It is just over a month before ::insert some kind of doom music here:: Christmas. How much shopping have I done? 1 gift for the Princess. Yep. That is it. Of course, this shall be followed by 5 weeks of frantic posting by me that I haven't done squat and am yet again on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Yea, like I haven't proclaimed that before.
Someone PLEASE tell me why Christmas seems to come as a huge shock to me every freaking year. Do they schedule it in October and I miss a memo? Hardly. It is the same damn day every year and yet every single year I hit Thanksgiving and panic. Although, in the last couple years the panic has lessened due to the fact that I'm no longer a single mother not getting child support and wondering how I'll pay for the only gift they are begging for (no, I'll never tell them of the jewelry I hocked or the kidney I was wondering if I needed). And every freaking year I vow to start shopping in July. Yea, like that is going to happen.
So, let the insanity begin. Least I'm not knitting any gifts, right?
Posted by Heather at 10:34 PM