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    December 12, 2014

    A Highly Capable Person Takes Premature Stock Of December

    Things At Which I Am Full On BOMBING, TERRIBLY

    • sending Christmas cards
    • feeding my family healthy food and at reasonable hours
    • observing Advent
    • preparing my second grader for his First Reconciliation which happens to be TOMORROW
    • keeping the house clean
    • keeping up with laundry
    • sticking to the budget 
    • remembering important things that are upcoming in my friends' lives, and thinking of ways to help
    • calling my mother
    • bakery paperwork like, oh, I don't know, maybe RENEWING MY BUSINESS LICENSE BEFORE DECEMBER 31
    • actually let's just call that previous bullet Running A Business In General

    OH YOU GUYS. I'm in that weird place where I am AWARE that things are more intense and busy and crazier than usual and I'm aware that I COULD be doing poorly, but actually I think I'm FINE? But this is the problem for people like me - we think we're doing fine until the moment when BOOM: anxiety hits or there's a massive fight with a spouse or SOMETHING, and we realize HUH! Maybe we were not doing so fine after all!

    Except... I think I AM fine? 

    I have had Rosie, the Temperamental Niece with me every day for two weeks. I drop the kids off at school, I go to Katie's house, I pick up my niece, and she doesn't go home until dinnertime. This is so Katie can do the many many things she must do to fulfill our corporate caterer orders. While it IS harder to take TWO toddlers to the store or the mall or the coffee shop, we all get along pretty well (minus the Threenager when she's Threenaging) and I don't particularly feel like this is a hardship. Let's just say I'd MUCH rather hang out with Rosie than do what Katie is doing. BY FAR. 

    But this major upset in routine has thrown the little girls for a loop. Their moms are TIRED. Their moms are trying to figure out if all this hard work is even worth it. Their dads are a tiny bit stressed by the stressed moms. So. Things might NOT be fine, even though I feel like I am getting along Just Fine. 

    Things have suffered though. Even though I feel like I clean the kitchen three times a day, it's always a disaster by the time Phillip gets home. I let the kids decorate our [very tall] tree a few days ago and I still haven't got around to moving all the ornaments (you know what I mean). I am finished buying presents, but I need to wrap them all. I can't remember the last time I vacuumed. And I told the cleaning company not to come last week because I've had them scheduled at a bad day and time which is crazy stressful and I need to rethink, but in the meantime, my house continues to fester. I managed to sweep my entry way last night and felt like I had conquered THE WORLD. 

    We ARE going to make money this month (even though we don't know if it's enough money to make this madness worthwhile). And I'm SO GLAD we decided to do our Christmas party this year anyway. I would be so bummed if we weren't and even though I haven't done a thing to get ready for it (NEXT WEEKEND) I am looking forward to seeing everyone. 

    AND I AM NOT ANXIOUS. 

    So let us now make a list of what I am Awesoming at:

    • Buying REALLY cute festive outfits for my daughters. I never do this. But I'm doing it now. IT'S FUN.
    • Playing with my new Lorac Pro 2 Palette
    • Making sure there is SOMETHING for everyone to eat
    • Keeping up with Twitter
    • Checking books out instead of instantly downloading them (I finally figured out my library app!)
    • Keeping up with Homeland
    • Boxing macarons
    • Keeping up with my bakery email
    • Wrangling a 2yo and 3yo through every store known to man
    • Chatting with school moms
    • ORDERING Christmas cards
    • THINKING about what I need to do for the Christmas party
    • Managing the schedules
    • Sitting at my desk shouting, "STOP ASKING QUESTIONS! STOP TALKING TO ME!" 

    ONWARDS AND UPWARDS, INTERNET. WE SHALL OVERCOME. ONE THOUSAND MACARONS OR BUST.

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