And as we slide, it brings out the crazy.
Maybe because it gets darker earlier, we subconsciously freak out. Or maybe our to-do lists just go nuts and we realize there really aren't enough hours in the day to get it all done. Maybe it's the idea of having 36 parties, events, and holiday-celebrations on the calendar and the only thing flying is time and money out of your wallet. Either way, it's a mess out there.
I was going to brave Costco today and then realized - huh? The cart zombies, the mad grab for canned sweet potatoes, the discounted Christmas wrapping...no thank you. I fear I would not make it out alive.
Brian and I actually had a team meeting last night. Maybe it's Junior League, or maybe in my inner dork is in full-gear, but I realized that he and I need to sit down and make a road map of December. Well, end of November and December, because not only do we have at least one event per weekend, we have multiple events per day at varying times. We literally had to strategize how to make it work, fitting in Scotty's nap schedule and our occasional need to sleep.
Case-in-point: the first weekend of December. I have an event on Friday night, Brian and I have an event on Saturday night ("blow-out worthy," I noted to Brian, adding an additional two hours to my planning), we have a toddler birthday party on Sunday morning, and then the marathon is Sunday night. I think my running coaches would be aghast to learn not only will I be out past 9pm the night before the race, but I'll be clomping around in 4-inch heels as well. At least I worked out my outfit to ensure I'll be wearing my most comfortable 4-inch heels...
See what I mean? Crazy.
So if you're anything like me, tie a knot in the end of your rope and hang on. Be sure to start defrosting that turkey if you already haven't. Try not to allow that neurotic gleam to creep into your eyes too often, and go easy on the caffeine. January 1 will be here before we know it...
Good luck, and god