I'm referring to procrastinating. I hate that word. I hate that I do it . . . . a lot. *sigh*
Here we are the Monday before Halloween, and 2 days before Trunk-or-Treat at church. Do my kids have costumes? Lauren has a partial costume. Do I have money for costumes? No. Do I have materials at home to throw something together for the boys that they will be happy with? Maybe. Maybe not. *sigh*
Every year I promise myself that I'm not going to wait until the last minute to figure out costumes. But I do it anyway.
And, you know, this just tells you exactly what my entire holiday season will be like. Last minute. Stress. Hating the holidays to the point of not wanting to deal with any of it. Whining. Complaining. *sigh*
And the stores don't make it any easier on me, either. They put out the Christmas stuff earlier and earlier every year. Pretty soon they'll have it out around July 4th.
Ugh. It's starting all over again.
I asked Ian last night if I could hide under the blankets until January. He said yes, but I don't see it happening.
I think I need some Calgon. And chocolate. And a fluffy pillow.
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