Shit is busy, yo.
Every day is scheduled down to the second. End of year stuff, Christmas stuff, work stuff, home stuff, stuffy mcstuff stuff.
I keep pushing myself, seeing the grey around the edges as the darkness tries to creep in but I stuff it full of stuff and go full Scarlett. Promising myself I can breathe tomorrow.
Or just stare at the wall blankly while I reboot.
But tomorrow is an elusive bitch right now. Tomorrow is already full of should do’s and havta do’s and you better do’s.
I have said no to most things, meaningless get togethers just cause it is Christmas (we can do that shit in January OMG, also where the fuck are you the rest of the year?) or parties that I would be just attending out of obligation or to be seen doing the right thing.
But still every day is jam packed with shizzle that needs to be done.
As my Dad says… things to do, places to go, people to see.
December you are EXHAUSTING.
Add to the mix some personal shit that is going down, insomnia, MPS waiting on the results of his MRI, and Boo in fucking hyperdrive, my anxiety levels are at 11 and that is so not conducive to steady cupcake piping or cookie decorating.
So I am scheduling Tuesday afternoon around 4 and/or Wednesday morning after the deliveries are put away and the floors are done for a little pre-Christmas/end of year meltdown.
In pencil though. Cause you never know what else may need doing.
Is your December as ratfucksonofabitch crazy as mine? How do you do it?