It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Yeah. That’s just a nice way of saying we got dumped on.
I have to admit the first snowfall is always a little fun. Never good timing, but always exciting.
The Christmas spirit is slowly growing on me. The halls are decked a little more than last year. The stockings are hung with as much care as Mario could muster, and Christmas music has taken the place of Katy Perry, Lorde, and JT.
For the first time, I plan to take a few days off work just to stay home. Link will come home Christmas Eve for a few days, and I want to spend some time as a family. I’m enjoying planning activities for us to do, including a basement cleaning party. Sounds like fun, right? Right!? Maybe I better call it a pizza party and hold it ransom until the basement is clean.
I had planned to do a bit more shopping today, but the snow and my Mustang don’t get along. I did have to take it to work early Friday morning though. So I awoke at 2:20 AM to allow myself plenty of time. And I definitely needed it. It took me just as long to get home from work, and by that time I was SO sleepy! I crashed for a couple of hours and then put on my holiday party clothes (for me that’s jeans and a sweater), and off we went for some house hopping fun.
It was 2:30 AM before I crawled into bed. With the exception of my nap, I had been awake 24 hours. To make matters worse, I had to get up at 7 to work. And then 4 AM the next day.
I have been dragging butt for the last 4 days.
Speaking of butts… I landed on mine again. At work again.
Only this time I didn’t have soup. And I didn’t tell anyone.
Before you jump to conclusions, let me just say it wasn’t my fault. My foot was unknowingly caught in a computer cord. I turned to go to the back, but my foot couldn’t go with me. I fell immediately, landing right on my arse. Thank gawd no one saw me.
So now I’m sleepy, and bruised, and starting to feel stressed.
Only 15 days left to shop.
Cash is starting to sound like a great gift.