As I write this there are 51 days 9 hours and aproximatley 47 minutes till Christmas...According to the organized I should have bought my cards and or supplies to make them, the postage to mail them and I also should have started to address them. I should have made my shopping list, divided it into five equal groups and as I purchase each group of presents each week I should wrap them. I should as well take an inventory of my family wardrobe and see what pieces need to be purchased to complete their holiday outfits. Boy am I behind.
I have an idea what my Christmas cards will be - I do make them every year, I like to - but the postage purchased? When I finally finish addressing the cards I run to the post office buy the postage and stick them on at the table out in the hall. Presents are a whole 'nother matter indeed, I know what I want to get everyone, make a list and then revise it because I look at the funds, or lack of, and I realize that yet again I have next to no money and even making the gifts will be hard because where does the money come from for the supplies to make them? Then I spend some time feeling sorry for myself and the downward spiral of seasonal depression is upon us- fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. And holiday outfits, please. With five boys I am glad if it is clean and only slightly wrinkled. I would love to have an ideal holiday but I think that it just isn't in the cards or me.
51 days people, 51 days.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
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