Santa came early yesterday. I took the boys to the store during the Vikings game (and it was predictably D.E.A.D.) and bought a new TV. One where you can actually see the movie that’s playing on it and not hear the dialog and some dark shadows flitting across the window.

Too much money was spent and let’s just leave it at that.

The field employees that where here last month to such a rousing success are back for another 3 day lurve fest. Two arrived yesterday, late afternoon. The third (and the one that had such a melt-down last month) arrives this afternoon. We’re supposed to be doing some scratch taping for the 2008 versions of the field training (basically hand-held video camera with us as actors to plan out what we want to use and have happen when we use the expen$ive video production company next month. Because we’re all about being directors and planning shots and storyboards and shit.)

Add to that stress the holiday list, please. My house is still a disaster area (but the tv is up and works, dammit!) There’s a staff party tonight that DS2 is going to attend with me while DS1 is working on school projects and baseball practice. Tomorrow is the choir party. Except that it’s also the only night for the last 2 weeks that Mr. Hockey and I could see each other. I still don’t have a clear answer from him about whether he’s willing to make an appearance there which, frankly most spouses don’t go to because it’s sort of like attending a work party where the person you’re with knows everyone and you know pretty much no one. This choir is a little different in that spouses are more part of the community but there’s still that choir camaraderie that gets uncomfortable for outsiders. All I’m saying is that I understand why he would be hesitant. Plus we’re talking like 50 people. All who know me pretty well and none who have met him and few who know of his existence. Oh, the tongue wagging that would happen after we left!

But tomorrow his son has a 6:30 hockey game and what with helping on and off skates it takes the lion’s share of the evening for that. And he hasn’t invited me to be there even as an unintroduced observer. (Which is another stressor because I’m feeling a little like it’s time already.)

And there are 3 deadlines at work that have to be finished before I leave for surgery next week and I really really really do not want to be working this weekend in order for that to happen.

Oh, and I talked to X last night about Christmas morning. For the last three years he has come over in the morning to watch the boys get their Santa presents. Now for some reason he is “not sure what I’m doing that morning. I thought they’d want to sleep in.” I got the feeling he was trying to hide something from me. Which means he was. Also, my Spidey sense tells me that it’s a woman. Well, good for him, I say! But for crying out loud just come out and say it and quit beating around the bush. It’s not like you’re actually going to hurt my feelings if I don’t have to get up at 6:00 a.m. to let my x-husband into the house and then make Christmas morning breakfast for him.

So why am I sitting around blogging this morning with all this going on? Because I have to take DS2 to school with his bass and amp for jazz band and he can’t get into the building until 9:00.

I sort of feel like I’m at that stress saturation point where you can pile anything you want on now, because it just becomes indistinguishable in the roar. the only thing keeping me moving is the stress. Without that, the seasonal lethargy would take over and I wouldn’t get off the couch…especially with this nice new picture to look at (and did I mention the nice speakers and the digital radio tuner? The boys thought I was going to start crying when I got that to work last night.)

Another week and it will all be over. It’s no wonder people fall apart at the holidays and then fall off the edge afterwards.
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…

I, tired 2007
Only 2 more days 2006

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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…

I, tired 2007
Only 2 more days 2006

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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…

I, tired 2007
Only 2 more days 2006

Posted on December 18th, 2007 under holidays, my crazy life, self-care. RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback.