You probably guessed I was going to have a Tired Tuesday post. After all, All Christmas All The Time, stress over getting stuff done — I mean NOT getting stuff done — other ongoing problems that I keep boring on about… and I’m just usually tired on a Tuesday. So shoot me.
As I struggled to get presents together, I remembered something: I have all day Christmas Eve. My only sticky wicket there (that is the first time in my life I have ever used the expression “sticky wicket”) is that I am spending all of Christmas Eve at my parents’ house. I had originally thought I could help my mother with her last minute preparations (and by “help,” of course I mean sit around and visit). I’m not saying I’m going to ask her to help me, but I do hope she will provide some moral support.
More importantly, do I have the Christmas Spirit? Intermittently, yes. In between setbacks such as remembering the laundry in the drier and noticing that the hour is approaching my bed time (no, I CAN’T stay up till all hours getting stuff done and still function tomorrow; I never could although I used to be dumb enough to try).
Be all that as it may (that is an expression I use quite frequently), I have typed in over 200 words (as Truman Capote said and I have quoted before, “That’s not writing, that’s typing”), and I consider that a post. Happy Tuesday and Merry Three Days Before Christmas.
Mohawk Valley Girl 