I think I have some sort of Holiday Attention Deficit Disorder.
I cannot concentrate on anything. Except eating. Ability to eat has remained intact, but, actually now that I think about it, I can't really say that I'll ever finish eating, so, chalk that up to one more incomplete thing.
I am about to finish off the box of wankers sitting here in a gift basket. It's actually "Walker's" shortbread, but, I kept reading it as "Wankers" while it sat there in all it's shrink wrapped glory. So, I opened it. And I ate it.
Keeping the Very Phallic Christmas theme alive, Busy Chatty Employee just opened the summer sausage in the basket. Have yourself a meat stick little Christmas...
I have much Christmas stuff to do, but, I can't seem to complete anything.
I have no idea if I've finished Christmas shopping or not. Since the Rulers of the Night are out of school, I'm having a hard time dragging the loot out of the closet and assessing the situation. Although, if I had to guess, they could probably tell me what's in there.
Don't even talk to me about having to wrap stuff.
I tried to do some shopping last night, but, it was getting to the point where I was just walking around in circles, and, anything for a gift was looking good. I departed Target when I was thinking thoughts such as, "Fondue! I'll bet The Preschooler Formerly Known as Busy Baby would like a fondue set."
My Christmas photo cards came in the mail, and, I guess I think they're jut going to address themselves and hop into the mailbox, because I've not done anything about them.
I've even been a bad mommyblogger because I didn't tell you any engaging or horrific story about taking the picture of the kids for the card.
I've finally found the secret, though. It goes something like this: "You've got 10 minutes to get ready for the Christmas card picture. I decide what you wear, and, the longer you complain, the longer this whole thing is going to take. Now, smile and look festive, because I've got nowhere to be, and, we can do this all day if we need to."
While I've been busy not finishing shopping or the cards, I've also been partially thinking about what we're going to eat, and, how I'm going to find time to cook it. Seems the MIL, the Left-Overs Taking Son, and, the Prodigal Son will be joining us for Christmas.
We usually go there, but, I guess I'm glad we don't have to travel. I am however, worried about having to give up more beef tenderloin than I want to. Kidding. Mostly. (If you are new to this place, I am made of 99% red meat).
So, though my to-do list is probably no different than most people's, I am just having trouble executing it.
I think it's because it just doesn't "feel" like Christmas to me.
I'm not bitter, depressed, or angsty about anything, but, my lack of Christmas feeling despite multiple viewings of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town", and, this pesky job that wants me to, you know, work, is making it hard to finish anything that can't be eaten.
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