The sole purpose of this post is so I can whine a little, so if that’s not your thing it’s completely fine, off you go, there’s nothing here to see.
Welcome to the crazy. I started counting sleeps till when my holiday starts about a week ago. (87 sleeps and counting FYI).
Now don’t get me wrong. I love my life and I certainly don’t have a lot to complain about, but it feels like my head is about to explode.
The only way to explain it is like this: everything going on in my head right now.
Plan what gifts to make for Christmas | organise way overdue food blog | work | make Christmas gifts | think about Etienne’s anniversary gifts | buy Etienne’s anniversary gift | work | bake cake for school for cake raffle on Friday (yes, I know I can buy, but that’s like cheating, don’t even ask) | decorate said cake | arrange girls’ night out at the end of October | work | have old book club gang over for drinks | worry about Daniel at school (long story) | work | arrange anniversary dinner reservation | have argument about said dinner reservation | work | have another argument about relevant child are option for duration of anniversary dinner | think about Christmas gifts some more | remember to make sandwiches for school staff (also for Friday) | work | worry about where to find second dress that will fit Mignon as I had to return the 2 dresses I bought yesterday as they were too small and now they only have one dress in the right size and not another one anywhere to be found and now only Isabel has a dress that fits | remember to follow up on tickets for Sauvignon Festival | lunch boxes | worry about kids during holiday week next week | work | (insert unpublishable worry about family here) | worry about Daniel’s allergies and sinuses | try to squeeze all admin into Saturday morning | try to not go mad | work | think about ways to catch up with some favorite friends I don’t see often enough | and so on and so forth |
Did reading that make you tired?
It sure made me tired, I think I’m going to go and lie down now.