I have been rushing all weekend to get Christmas stuff done. See, I have this whole system when I’m overloaded of assigning myself deadlines (or sometimes rolling deadlines) in order to complete everything. All scheduled in between caring for the child, of course. Last week was “complete all Christmas shopping” and “finish so-and-so project for work”. This weekend was “wrap gifts,” “decorate tree,” “get photos done,” and “start Christmas cards”. This coming week, starting tomorrow, is “start 2nd & 3rd projects for work,” “make fudge,” “finish Christmas loose ends,” and “craft projects”. You get the picture. Ambitious little twat, aren’t I?
This is how the weekend actually went:
Saturday
Clean house
Start wrapping gifts
wrap
wrap
wrap
Anticipate getting photos with Chance and Santa
Get excited
Think about the mall on the weekend
dither
Move getting photos done to Monday night
wrap
wrap
Order project items online
Think about Christmas cards; shuffle stack of post-it notes shoved inside address book
wrap
wrap – still not finished
House is now a mess again
Sunday
Get period
cramp
cramp
cramp
Drag ass out of bed
cramp
Attempt to clean up portions of house
Take pain medication
cramp
Move furniture in anticipation of tree
cramp
Take more pain medication
cramp
Go to neighbors party
Drink wine
feel better (a little)
Decorate tree
Yell at cat for attacking tree
Fix tree
Sit in numbed state on couch
cramp
Roll remaining items on list forward
The problem with my system is that it doesn’t allow for breakdowns in momentum of any kind. Or sometimes sleep. However, I stick with my method because I do pad the deadline schedule liberally. So in theory that means IF I get everything done I will have the week before Christmas free to sit on my ass, play with Chance, and read books. Maybe even go visit people. You know, for the holidays. It’s that whole “work hard up front, screw off later” system. Maybe I can still manage to catch up. I really like the screwing off part. – the weirdgirl
P.S. I thought cramps were supposed to go away after having a baby? Or at least get better. What the fuck?!
You could easily call your weekend a fun-filled “wrap and cramp weekend.”
So, with the cat vs. tree, who won?
Ah, the holidays. A time for rest and relaxation. Perhaps you should start drinking the wine ealier…
“Wrap and Cramp”… that’s pretty funny. I also think I should take CroutonBoy’s advice and just start drinking more. (I find it helps when my back goes out too.)
As for the cat and tree battle… the tree won. The cat was just being obnoxious. Thank goodness for small mercies. One year the tree FELL OVER in the middle of the night. Scared the crap out of us! We thought it was the cat then but he looked as mystified as us. Keen went out and bought a new stand first thing the next day. There’s been no timber in the house since then.