Confession Friday

OHMYDOG It’s Friday again. And NEXT FRIDAY is, like, CHRISTMAS. Or something.

WHERE has my week GONE? I do not know. And WHERE, pray tell me, has my YEAR gone? Do you mean I have to be ready for Christmas ALREADY? AGAIN?

Sheesh. Best get to the confessing, then. We’re running out of time.

I confess…

• …that I am not even slightly in the Christmas spirit. I tried. It just all feels like WORK. Clean, bake, buy. Don’t feel like listening to carols. Decorating was halfhearted, started but not finished. It just doesn’t FEEL like Christmas. But there’s a week left; maybe I’ll get some spirit yet.
• …that BDH came home from work sick, and although I feel bad for him, I’m kind of relieved it isn’t me, for a change.
• …that I had SUCH a good time at a playdate this week, I am hoping we can make it a regular thing. It was SO NICE to be out, in my friend’s lovely new house, talking and laughing and being an adult that isn’t just “Mom”.
• …that I shoveled the driveway today for the first time this year. The wind has died down, and the temperature is up near zero, so it was quite nice to be out, actually. There’s not a lot of snow, but it was time. And I was surprised how challenging it was, and how my hands and forearms ached. So I need to get back into the routine if I’m going to keep it up all winter long.
• …that I was inordinately excited to turn on Netflix yesterday and see that they’ve added more British comedies and dramas. It was ridiculous how happy this made me. So I celebrated by watching The Vicar of Dibley last night, which, even though we own it on DVD, was still great fun.
• …that I have failed miserably at my fitness and weight loss efforts this year. I tried, many times over, and nothing worked. So I give up. I surrender. I am just as fat and unfit as ever I was, and this is never going to change. And this makes me terribly unhappy.
• …that I made a batch of Puppy Chow today, for the first time in over 20 years. And in light of the previous confession, drowning my sorrows in chocolate and peanut butter doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. (Although, I confess, I don’t have the stomach for it I once did. So a small bowl will do.)
• …that the thing that I hate most in life is waking up. For someone who is chronically sleep deprived, it is so very hard to do every day. The kicker is that, when I was getting up early every morning to exercise, the exercise sucked (Of course!) but it also made me so much more energized for my day. But I need my sleep so much, that the getting up early was also wearing me down and so I had to choose.
• …that That Baby is sick, like her father, and it makes me sad to hear her lying in bed coughing when she should be sleeping.
• …that I am really, really enjoying having a new, reliable car. With functioning HEAT. And SNOW TIRES. And STUFF. Whenever I have to drive anywhere and the weather is crap, I do a little happy clap inside as I get ready to drive out of the driveway. It’s like a Christmas present, all on its own.