Wednesday, December 21, 2011
It's all too much sometimes. I remember once as a child, thinking that adults were so terribly silly for dreading the holidays. I mean what's not to love? My naive child like mind is a constant source of nostalgic humor as I glance back knowingly from my big girl shoes (I hate that stupid phrase). The problem is, now that I'm working on most weekends (in addition to M-F), I am left with no time for pretty much anything. I have a specific list of goals for every weekend and if I make it through half, it's a miracle, but I still feel incredibly guilty. Cleaning my room is ever present on that list because the place is a bonified shithole. I can't walk without tripping over something. Last weekend I:
- Cleaned my bathroom. (It didn't take long).
- Grocery shopped.
- Bought more presents.
- Treated my Pops to brunch.
- Helped my sister and her husband unpack their house.
And despite it all. I still feel (sigh), like I got nothing done. Isn't that the worst?
Speaking of big girl shoes, how ridiculous are these bespoke Nikolas Kirkwoods? If I bought these to wear on Christmas morning would you all give up on me? Yeah? Yup, I would too.