All I know is that I've given up on sleeping full nights from now until January. I awaken from holiday nightmares around 3 or 4 and then I toss and turn myself into a panic attack until daylight.
Weary and raccoon-eyed, I slog through the day and fall further behind the holiday stampede. I didn't even get any shopping done this weekend--a no show for Black Friday?!?
All around me the holidays approach others with grace. They sip festive martinis and look sleek in their finery due to a full six week cleanse. They watch movies, attend the Nutcracker and carol with joy. I am like the last runner in the race--huffing and puffing just trying to stay on the track--feeling like I alone am pulling Santa's sleigh.
My house is a wreck. I am exhausted. I feel more like Ebeneezer Scrooge than a holly, jolly elf. Quick, I need an infusion of the Christmas Spirit and Molly Maids. Wish me luck!