December Panic
It's November 30th and at some point overnight I'll change from the person who's way ahead of the holiday season to someone who's completely panicked because there's not enough time, money or sanity to get everything done. And I don't even have that much to do.
But somehow Decemeber brings all of that out in me.
Also, this whole edge of 50/peri-menopause thing DOES. NOT. HELP. With anything, really. But especially with staying on the sane side of the holidays. It's like having PMS for years. I mean, I don't want to scare any of you younger women (I'm sure any guy who's reading this already checked out), but, seriously, I really only have two modes: crying or angry like someone just kicked my dog. And I don't even have a dog.
Did I just spend this whole time talking about menopause? Yeah. I did. Now I'm going to go cry about it. Then yell at the construction site next door.
Happy December 1. The calendar is a bastard.
But somehow Decemeber brings all of that out in me.
Also, this whole edge of 50/peri-menopause thing DOES. NOT. HELP. With anything, really. But especially with staying on the sane side of the holidays. It's like having PMS for years. I mean, I don't want to scare any of you younger women (I'm sure any guy who's reading this already checked out), but, seriously, I really only have two modes: crying or angry like someone just kicked my dog. And I don't even have a dog.
Did I just spend this whole time talking about menopause? Yeah. I did. Now I'm going to go cry about it. Then yell at the construction site next door.
Happy December 1. The calendar is a bastard.
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Dec 01, 2012 09:23PM
I LOVE this post.
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Thank you, Mary. Later, I was like "Did I do a bit much on the menopause?" Then I cried/yelled at myself. Happy Sunday!
Thank you Cynthia! I'm still panicked.
True story: I have a couple of deadlines at work. I was talking to someone about them. He told me he wanted dates; not day of the week but actual dates. I looked at the calendar and thought "the calendar is a bastard!" No kidding. So I start talking dates. " On December 9th.....and by December 12th no later than 10:30...". He actually got confused and couldn't keep up! Proves your point: the calendar is a bastard. Can we print some t shirts with that phrase?
Sounds like a great idea! Now if only that worked as an excuse for not making a deadline
Mary E., the calendar IS a bastard. And we do need shirts! And Cynthis, we'll just make it a valid excuse. If three people think it's true, it is.
