Because I sat here like a lump all day yesterday with my head in a fog, I am SWAMPED today at work. Which is actually kinda fun. But only kinda. I like it busy, but I may have over-proctastinated and might miss a tiny deadline or two. Fortunately, most of my deadlines are self-imposed!
So I don't have time to tell you how close we live to a certain GIANORMOUS mall-slash-shopping center. And how HORRIFIC the traffic is when it's three days before Christmas and I'm trying to get home for a stupid board meeting that I don't even want to go to because the president of our homeowner's association is a total quackjob. And how totally fugging ERKED I get when people block intersections. ERKED! ERKED! ERKED!!! Or how I have SO much to do still and only two nights to get it all done!
And how all this crazy crazy crazy busyness makes me miss my baby. Makes me feel like I never get to see him or focus on him or relax and enjoy him. THAT's what I want holidays to be about, not my never-ending to do list!