It’s a strange thing. I know the pre-Christmas season was extra-long this year, because Thanksgiving was so early, yet here I am, with four days to go and a ton of things to get done. I had such high hopes for being organized this year — I started shopping early and decorated the apartment during the first weekend in December; holiday-preparation progress was being made. And then it all stopped. I lost my Christmas mojo.
Now, with family members arriving in town, I still have so much to get done. There are almost 50 Christmas cards to write. I need to find presents for my nephews and stocking stuffers for my mom and siblings. There are dozens upon dozens of cookies to bake. And there is so little time left. I either need a clone or a serious re-assessment of what can reasonably be accomplished.
How did this happen?